I’m sorry, not sorry.
The pathetic child in me loves the name Ponsonby :o)
OK. Still travelling Europe in 1838 (not my era of knowledge) and our man has reached Vienna.
This page is confusing me.
“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”