Patrick Collinson - The Cow Bells of Kitale - London Review of Books - "… bad feeling between the Selwyns and their immediate neighbours, the Brettells, was exacerbated by the knowledge that the Brettells were 'encouraging' strange Suk onto their property and trading with them. This was a contentious issue: were the settlers to live like gentlemen farmers, exploiting the native population as labour, or were they to form commercial relationships with black Africans as fellow producers? The Selwyns were on one side of this argument, the Brettells on the other. The bad feeling otherwise had to do with the fact that the Brettells had been converted to Buchmanism (Moral Rearmament) by another neighbour and their own employer, a prosperous farmer and padre called Knight. Knight had sacked the (very competent) manager of his mill and replaced him with Brettell. Knight and Brettell had tried to recruit Geoffrey Selwyn to the cause but he had told them where they could go. This rankled. Both the Selwyns regarded Buchmanism as a narrow-minded perversion of Christianity, and Geoffrey’s outspoken resistance to its ideology was not irrelevant to their problems.

Gazette 6 Dec 1938 Trans Nzoia Voters List has Macduff

Gazette 11 Aug 1964 probate

Tom Lawrence: death of son William - B25 Mitchell, FL213, 98 Squadron. Foulsham, 23rd June 1943. Eastham, Nr. Tenbury. The Mitchell was a rare bird indeed, and very seldom seen in the skies over Worcestershire. Eyes were raised at the Royal Observer Corps Post at Clowes Top, as it flew overhead, ‘What the dickens is he doing over here’. Indeed it should have not been over there. The day in question, 23rd June 1943, a young pilot, aged only 20, by the name of William Anthony MacDuff Brettell, only on leave three days before at his cousin’s house in Eastham, could not resist the urge to come over and ‘beat’ up the cherry orchard near the Eastham home. Several people in the village watched petrified as the Mitchell, diving and sweeping, rattled the chimney post with its low flying. The family were unaware that the pilot was in fact Tony Brettell, but a hint of suspicion soon began to enter their mind. Then tragedy struck, as it does so often in these moments of temporary excitement. The Mitchell came too low, struck the tall chimneys on the house, an engine was torn out and Tony Brettell lost control. The aircraft just managed to clear the orchard, with the pilot obviously trying desperately to put down in the large meadow at the rear of Eastham Church. But to no avail, out of control and with only two hours previously logged on the Mitchell his chances were nil. Flt./Sgt. Brettell perished along with his navigator.