This year our reunion was held in Lichfield and we stayed at The George Hotel – an old coaching inn.
After we arrived we mostly converged on the bar area for pots of tea or drinks. Dinner was then a walk away at the 1709 the Brasserie, where we had 3 tables to ourselves in an upstairs seating area.
After breakfast on the Saturday we had a guided tour of Lichfield, starting by admiring the outside of the 2 other coaching inns on the same street as The George –
The two most famous people associated with the city are Samuel Johnson of dictionary fame, who was born there and Erasmus Darwin, grandfather of Charles, who lived there.
We were led on to…..
……famous because Roy was confirmed there!! There was a folk festival in the city that weekend and a procession from the cathedral associated with that.
We watched the first part of the procession…….
…..before moving on to look at other places of note in the Close including….
We met the Town Crier on the way back and he gave us a special “cry” as he knew our guide!
After the tour we split up into smaller groups as 18 is too many to go into any cafe. We did keep meeting though, mostly round or inside the cathedral. We all found our way back to the hotel and met up before dinner in the bar.
We had our own separate room for dinner.
They cleared around us and left us chatting after the meal.
After breakfast the next morning we went on our way.
Many thanks to Janet for making all the arrangements.
Having seen him before, when he performed with his sons, I was keen to see Jonathan Veira again. He used to be an opera singer but does various things now. When I heard he was coming again I bought a ticket.
I guess it isn’t the traditional “concert” but lots of songs and stories – including why his arm was in a sling! He sang some of my favourites – “What a wonderful world”, “Amazing Grace” – which was a bonus – but it is really the stories and laughter that I go for. Also things like starting the old adverts – “A million housewives every day…..” or “The hands that do dishes…..” and seeing us finish them! Amazing what one can remember.
So was it a good evening? Yes – great fun and a thoroughly enjoyable evening.
The church community worker had arranged a “felting workshop” on two consecutive Thursday afternoons during the summer when most church activities seem to stop. I decided to go, because there were spaces and because the most recent on-line course I had done – “Strategies for successful ageing” – seemed to think that it was good to do something creative! I took my camera to take photos of each stage as I did them – and the forgot to do so and had to take photos of other people on the workshop instead.
The first day we had an introduction and were shown what to do. We were making angels and we were also shown one that the community worker “had made earlier”. This took quite a long time.
We then chose our pre-felted piece of material and cut out the angel shape using a pattern provided. We set out our places by putting down a towel and on top of that a bamboo type mat and on top of that a piece of cotton material and on top of that our cut out angel shape. It was then our job to decorate our angel using wool and scraps of pre-felted material of different colours. This was the “creative ” bit, so I did it fairly randomly and with a limited range of colours and worked on the idea that it is better to do less than more!
When the creative bit was done we covered the angel with a net…..
……..and then made it very wet with quite hot water containing a little washing up liquid and rubbed it all over with soap and then rubbed the soap hard so the felt pieces would stick together.
When it was estimated that this had been done for long enough, the net was carefully removed. If felt came away, it was back to rubbing with soap and water! When the net came off, it was replaced with a piece of cotton and the materials were wrapped up loosely in the bamboo mat.
This was then rolled backwards and forwards for about a minute. It was unrolled and the material was turned through 90° and the rolling repeated. This was done again until the material had been turned through 360°.
After the rolling, the angel was removed and rinsed in water (containing something else? a bit of vinegar, maybe?)…..
……and then they were dried by patting the with another towel…..
……and left to dry on racks.
On the second week there was time to embellish the angels we had made in week one, so I sewed on some feathers I had brought from home and a bead.
My week 2 angel looked as if it had a black face and yellow hair, so I collected it a few days later and sewed on black hair and adjusted the yellow to make it obvious that it was a halo!
Naturally I forgot to take a photo of it with the new hair and halo!
So did I enjoy the workshops? They were quite fun and something different, but I can’t say that my efforts were very good or creative. They are apparently going to be displayed at an “angel festival” at the United Reformed Church later this year and then displayed on the Christmas tree Safe Haven are going to prepare for the Christmas Tree Festival at St Thomas Church in December.
A friend decided she wanted to start a book group so that she would read a greater variety of books. As she is dyslexic and sometimes has problems concentrating on reading, I was not sure how this would work out, but said I would support her and come along. The other friends who said yes are one who reads a lot and one who is dyslexic and has hardly read at all (except for books needed on courses). Fortunately, another friend has joined and she is also a great reader.
We started with the BBC’s Big Read list of the 100 most popular books (from 2003!). We went through and marked those we thought possible and eventually decided to start with Daphne du Maurier’s “Rebecca”. Amazingly, everyone managed to finish it in the month we had decided on. I borrowed a copy from the library, having read it before but not remembering much about it.
When we came to discuss it, most people thought it was OK – but I didn’t like it much. We considered why the “me/I” was so wet and pathetic (!) and the fact that it was well written so we could (mostly) believe in the characters.
The second book chosen was “Catcher in the Rye” – again I have read it, but years ago when doing teacher training as it was supposed to give us an insight into the mind of teenage boys, I think. It was still on my bookshelf. It was interesting to see the different copies that we brought along.
We all hated it! One person said she only managed to finish it by pretending it was a “case study” from psychology. The person who instigated the group didn’t finish it – but she had read it before. We decided it was well written because we all found Holden Caulfield a realistically irritating and depressing teenager and we considered why he was so irritating, whether he had any reason to be so (apart from being a teenager) and how he was like and how different from teenagers today. It was written in 1951…..
Having all been depressed by it, we decided we needed something rather lighter for next time, and opted for “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” by Douglas Adams. Again, I had read it before and it was on my bookshelf.
Again the variety of different copies was interesting to see. Most of us enjoyed it and were in the range of thinking it from laugh-out-loud funny to mildly amusing. One person thought it made no sense and gave up after about chapter 6! We exchanged thoughts on what we found amusing – but all liked Marvin, the paranoid android.
For next time we are going to read “H is for Hawk” by Helen Macdonald and it has been agreed that we read as much as we can in the time, as it is quite long for the slower readers.
So, is a book group a good idea? I am not sure yet! It does slightly restrict what I read and can therefore be a little frustrating but on the whole I read enough and fast enough to be able to read other things as well.
Day 4, Wednesday, was a day off so I had a slow start and then followed a walk I had picked up at the “Discovery Point” in the hotel. It was an easy one and about three and a half miles. From the hotel it went along the road for a short way and then took a path that went along the side of Tennyson Down and round to the back and the……
This is a scaled down version of the signal/warning beacon that used to stand where the Tennyson Monument now stands. From the beacon I walked up towards…….
There were quite a few wildflowers on the downs including……
It was then a gentle walk down towards…….
……and the hotel. I made a slight detour to the back of the hotel to look at……
Part of them have been turned into……
From there, I went to have my lunch on the sea front. It was bit windy so after that I went back to the hotel and wrote postcards in a sheltered corner by the swimming pool and then wandered into the village to post them and have a look round. It was then back to the hotel for a cup of tea and then get ready for dinner.
Day 5, Thursday, was Godshill, Appuldurcombe House and Ventnor Botanic Gardens. The coach left us at……
……which was a pretty village, now spoilt with far too many tourist shops. We had a look at the church and then started our walk to Appuldurcombe House which we approached by…….
……and had lunch outside…..
……looking over the park and the fountain. The house was apparently one of the largest and grandest on the island and was supposed to have 365 windows, 52 rooms and 7 staircases – not sure I believe that – the windows anyway. From the picture above it looks very good but it is in fact….
…..with a restored roof and glass in the widows only of the rooms overlooking the fountain. These are not decorated or furnished but do have interpretation boards – including describing the scandal associated with the owners of the house at one stage!
After lunch we continued our walk, including up a long and fairly steep hill. We then made our way to Ventnor and the…….
I liked the tropical house best, all hot and steamy with…..
All the walks finished at the Botanic Gardens that day so the coach picked us all up from there.
Day 6, Friday, was supposed to be Alum Bay and The Needles, but I have been there before and was not impressed so I went to Amazon World instead. This involved getting the bus from Freshwater Bay to Newport and then another bus from Newport to Amazon World. When I went in I was in a tropical area so hot and humid. There was bird song and when I stopped I could see small birds flying around. This was one of……
There was a pond with fish in and a plank over it with what looked like a line of model turtles – and then…..
In an enclosed cage there were caiman – I think – crocodile like animals. Glad they were well enclosed! After enjoying the birds I moved on to the following rooms which I think had much larger birds, possibly monkeys and in one room, in tanks, snakes and other reptiles. Some of them were very well camouflaged and hard to see. Then it was outside, where there were various enclosures. One had rhea and…..
……another had wallabies, including an…..
…….and one could buy food to feed to them. Some people had done so but the wallabies weren’t interested so I didn’t bother. There were also…….
…….which sme people had paid extra to go into the enclosure and feed. Round the corner were….
……and a notice on their enclosure said if we wanted to go into the enclosure and there was no-one there to find a keeper – so I did. I had to wait, but was talking to another young man there who said he was a keeper at London Zoo and in charge of lemurs, spider monkeys and something else I can’t remember. The keeper arrived and let us in – we had to leave bags in the outer enclosure as they had food in and the lemurs would have found it. When we got in some of…….
……and soon after one went to the London keeper (he says his don’t do that!) and then one…….
It is looking out of the bars because……
……..next door started making a lot of noise – they were jealous of the fuss the lemurs were getting, maybe?
We were told there were a male, a female and 5 daughter lemurs. The sons have been sent to other places. One of the daughters was born in May last year and the keeper thinks…..
……and produce another baby this May. After leaving the lemurs, it was time to go and get the bus back to ensure that I got the connection to Freshwater Bay – which I did.
That was the final day, so on the Saturday it was minibus, then ferry, then 3 trains to get home.
So was it a good holiday? YES! One of the best I can remember. The good weather helped (notice the blue skies in the photos), but also the walks were fairly short, so I didn’t get too tired and were combined with some sightseeing. The group of people on the holiday were also (mostly) very pleasant and were not too noisy so we had some quite walks and could hear the birds and sometimes just the silence, which was wonderful. The trouble is that one can’t go again as it couldn’t be as good!
Yet another holiday with hf holidays, this one on the Isle of Wight, staying at……
The walk on the Sunday was to…..
…….which were not at their best as it was too early for the roses and for the herbaceous borders, although the bluebells were out. The walk there was great, though. First over the golf course and onto and along the downs……
There were cowslips and orchids and loads of bluebells and even a couple of larks singing overhead – lovely. We followed the Tennyson Trail for part of the way and had to wait at the start of…..
……for a taxi to come to pick up one lady who was not coping with the distance/speed (she was very slow)/heat. Her husband didn’t go with her! We continued on, mostly through woodland, to…..
……and from there down to Mottistone Gardens which we had plenty of time to explore before the coach picked us up.
Day 2, Monday, was……
…….and a Roman villa. It would have been a vineyard as well, but it was closed – which was a good thing as far as I was concerned. We started at Havenstreet and I headed…..
…….towards “Train Story”, but a notice said it didn’t open until 11.00 and our train was at 11.15 so I got a drink instead. When the train arrived we walked along it looking in at the carriages.
Do you remember the individual compartments, leather straps to hold up the windows, the “don’t lean out of the windows” and “don’t open the door when the train is moving” notices? The posters on the walls and the mirror? We had third class carriages, but they were’t that different. We took the train along to Wooton at one end of the line and then right to Smallbrock Junction at the other end – reminiscing as we went!
We came back part of the way to……
…..which was a request stop. The driver had to be told we were getting off there before we started. From there…..
We walked along paths and fields, mostly, and had some good views, including……
After climbing a fairly steep hill we eventually came out to a view over…….
…where we were heading. We had plenty of time to look round as well as have drinks. It was a bit oddly interpreted, but there were some interesting mosaics……
A good day! I want…..
Day 3, Tuesday, was to………
……which I didn’t find that interesting. The walk there was again pleasant, along…..
…..often with good views, but also along woodland paths. The day was notable for the amount of….
…..which was fairly smelly and for the……
We had lunch……
…….before walking the final stretch to get there. I looked at…..
…..and thought it would be nice to go up there but I probably wouldn’t be able to get down! I enjoyed the…..
……and the donkeys, who were not working the wheel as they didn’t have enough staff that day. This is…..
…..and Jill was in the stable but too busy eating to come out and see us. Juno and Jack were supposed to be in the field, but Jack is apparently an escape artist and can let them all out of the stable and had escaped from the field without there being any obvious gap! The walking groups also finished at the Castle that day so we all got the coach back together.
Good days, lovely weather, (mostly) pleasant people.
(See part 2 for the rest!)
I denied it! It wasn’t me!
Well, actually that wasn’t what they asked. It was about the nerve agent poisoning of the Skripals who live up the road and round the corner. This was nearly 4 weeks after the attack so there was little hope of me remembering anything in detail. I could remember a bit as it was just after it had snowed so it was possible to remember what I had been doing on the Saturday and Sunday, which was one thing I was asked. They also wanted to know my name, date of birth, mobile phone number, whether I had any other devices with SIM cards, my car type and number and colour, did I know the neighbours, had I had any visitors or deliveries on the 3rd or 4th of March and had I seen anyone I didn’t know? The last was impossible – I am always seeing people I don’t know going passed the house so wouldn’t notice especially. I also got the car type a bit wrong!
The other thing they asked was would it be OK if they wanted to search my garden. It is a bit late – I have collected leaves and put them in the Green Bin and had it emptied twice since then!
For two weeks after the cordon was put up, we had Welsh police during the day and they got to know us. There has been a lot of activity up the road for the last two weeks with more police who change every week – or the ones from Avon and Somerset, every day. We had some from Cambridgeshire and from Northumberland, then Devon and Cornwall and more Welsh. I think there were some others but I have lost track as there are so many more to talk to! They have cordoned off the children’s play park and have stationed police at the bottom of the road by me, guarding the back path. At the top of the road there have been between 2 and 4 “Incident Response” ambulances, up to 11 police vans and also police cars and other police obviously involved in the investigation – or something. There are sometimes lots in black clothing wearing baseball hats with POLICE written on. It does make going up the road difficult at times – negotiating the vehicles in a fairly narrow road. I nearly managed to run over 3 of the black clad men…..
Then one day we had……
…..and the normal car for the police who are guarding the back path, all just outside my house. They had also blocked off the back path and put up screens. They seemed to be searching the woods and path – no doubt for the container that held the nerve agent.
It was unfortunate that it was raining and I had walked from town and wanted to go up the path at the time. I went through the back woods on the very muddy path and the policeman at the top let me go when I begged him just to let me get home and told him he could watch me do so if he wanted! They opened the path again about an hour later.
It is all becoming quite wearing, when we have to negotiate large vehicles and when each new batch of police want some ID – which I don’t always have with me, especially if I am going to the gym. The reason I talk to them on my way out is in the hope that I will be recognised when I return. Sometimes one just has to give one’s name and address but it would be nice to go out or return home without having to check in with the police.
So? The policeman who interviewed me looked about 16! Isn’t that a sign of old age? He himself admitted that he had a baby face, though.
You might have noticed that our city has experienced a ‘little’ problem with a nerve agent attack on two of our citizens. Their house is up the road and round the corner from me and I have seen the gentleman in question around and probably said “Good morning” when we passed each other.
As well as cordoning off areas of the city – notably the main route from Central Carpark to the town centre and cathedral, which is also the route from Sainsburys to the market – there is also a cordon round our roads. This is generally looked after by nice Welsh police during the day. They are mostly there to protect us from the press. I noticed one day that they were escorting some press down the road and the next day one of the policemen was putting tape by the alleyway into the bottom of the road. I showed him where the other entrance was and later took them a cup of tea. I have seen some of the press being sent away since then, too. Can’t imagine why they bother – there is nothing to see!
Due to the recent snow it has been a very cold job for the police – especially as they have 12 – 14 hour shifts! I gather that people at the top of the road (where they mostly are) have been giving them cups of tea and someone made them lunch on Sunday. We have different police overnight and on Saturday we must have had people from the Met. By Sunday morning we had this:
Providing extra security!??
I heard one of the policemen in charge of the investigation saying on the radio that the people of our city were being very stoic. What other choice do we have but to live with the town as it is – parts cordoned off and guarded by police from various forces? The press have cameras pointing at nothing – must be very boring for them too. We also have to put up with regular visits from very noisy (press) helicopters, who hover overhead.
So? Life continues. We put up with detours to get to where we want to go; press around – they seem to have (temporarily?) stopped asking stupid questions; our city mentioned in most news bulletins; much reduced footfall (a problem for some shops); some shops closed off; wondering if the victims are improving at all. We chat to the police – especially “our” nice Welsh ones and admire the snowman. One makes the best of it and hopes our lovely quiet city will return to normal fairly soon, although we have been told it might take a while yet (weeks, possibly months) as it is “a crime scene”…….
OK, so I can’t actually hibernate but I have been feeling like doing so! This is because like many others I have been indoors, trying to keep warm and finding things to do. It snowed a bit on Tuesday but it all disappeared again on Wednesday then on Thursday it snowed again, gently at first, then produced blizzard like conditions with lots of snow and an east wind.
And it kept on snowing….
The wind did create some interesting patterns.
As you can see from my footprints it was quite deep – well over a foot in the drifts. It had blown up over 7 inches against the front door too. AND it has kept on producing more snow showers……
So what did I do when hibernating? Not anything useful, like cleaning or filing, of course, but I have phoned, texted or emailed others who I thought might be stuck in by themselves and appreciate a bit of contact. But mostly I have been completing “The World’s Smallest 1000-piece jigsaw” of ‘The Lost City of the Incas’. Yes, I did start it over a year ago and completed about half of it, but I put it away for the summer. I got it out after Christmas and have been making (very) slow progress so decided now was the time to get on and finish it. The pieces are so small that I was convinced that I had lost some especially as I couldn’t find the pieces for some gaps. I found a couple of errors and correcting those helped but even so when I got to the last 2 pieces I tried them in the wrong places and the last piece I tried wrong way round! But it is complete.
Now all I have to do is take it apart and start a new one….
So what now? Hopefully the weather will improve and we can all get out – although they are suggesting it will rain and then freeze on hitting frozen ground so we will have acres of black ice and skidding cars and people falling over and broken bones…..
I have too many friends who are younger than me – another one who is only 50! We celebrated in the SP2 cafe, where she is a volunteer, on the day before her birthday – a day when she was working there.
So? Good thing I have some older friends!