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!
As I had several people who all wanted me to do different things on my birthday I decided to take myself to Bath. I went on the train which is easiest, as the station is nearly in the centre of Bath. I didn’t leave very early but the journey is only just under an hour. I read a book about Jane Austen on the journey, which I had started several days before.
On first arrival I went to the Tourist Information Bureau – which had moved, so was not too easy to locate. All I wanted was a decent map – but they didn’t have any really good ones so I bought the best they had. I then went to a……
……to have a coffee and look at the map and decide where to go.
From there I went to……
…..and walked across it to…..
The weather was beautifully sunny, if a little on the cold side – but it was January.
From the gardens I went to Sydney street to look at……..
…..which is a house where…..
…..for a few years after leaving Steventon and first moving to Bath.
I then went back the way I had come but turned the other way when I had crossed the bridge and gradually headed towards…….
……(but not to look at bonnets and gowns) and at the top headed across to Gay Street, another place where Jane Austen and her family lived in Bath. I went down it a bit and then across a side street before going up Gravel Walk. This goes behind The Circus and behind number 4 there is……
I had discovered this on the Bath website.
…..was through a wooden gate and then up some steps. The garden was laid out in the late 17 hundreds and later covered over, but has been restored to as close as possible the original form. Before the Gravel Walk was made the garden had been set out just to be seen from the house, but paths were added later to reach the gate into the Gravel Walk.
There is no lawn, just gravel in the middle but January is probably not the best time of year to see a garden!
As it was then after 1.30 I went to the……
……on Gay Street and had lunch in their Regency Tea Rooms – soup with a cheese scone, a hunk of brie and some salad then a pot of tea. I had a table with my back to the portrait of Mr Darcy(!!) but I could see it in the mirror opposite.
After my leisurely lunch I walked up to…..
…..and was able to go in and admire…..
…..and another room, possibly used for concerts or maybe a card room?
I then decided that I ought to head for the station, so I went back down Gay Street, passing….
….and getting lost, but sorting myself out with the map! I had allowed time for that and had plenty of time to catch the train.
So did I have a good birthday? Yes; the weather was wonderful (for the time of year) and I greatly enjoyed wandering round Regency Bath in my own time and way.
I was asked before Christmas if I would organise the decorations for the 50th birthday party for a friend and I agreed to do so. She is very not “girly” so I threatened to do them all in pink! In fact another friend had got her some tea-light holders with silhouettes of cats, which she thought would make good table centres and as they were turquoise that became the main colour scheme.
The community worker prepared the invitations, which were given out before Christmas.
As usual, some people replied, some didn’t and nobody really noted who said yes, so we had to guess at about 50 people coming. I went down to the local party shop and looked at everything and decided what to get and then about 4 days before the party I got the decorations and ordered the helium balloons.
On the Saturday of the party I went and collected the balloons and took everything to SP2 where the party was being held. The community worker, her husband and I set up the tables, put the “silver” (I think it was grey) table roll over them, set the tables and put up the decorations. Did I say that the entrance and stair decorations were pink?! Well, it had to be done – and she did think I might have done all the decorations in pink as I had said I would!
People had been asked to bring food and soft drinks so we set up tables for those.
We then went home and returned a while before the party was due to start so we could sort out last minute details and make sure everything was ready. The birthday girl arrived almost first (as planned) and others arrived and got drinks and chatted…….
……after putting their food on the table.
The birthday girl had presents to open as well.
When we thought most people had arrived they were encouraged to collect food and find somewhere to sit and eat.
The band arrived……
It was then time for a speech from a friend and thanks…..
……before the candles were blown out and the cake was cut.
The band provided music – joined by John playing the spoons for one number – and conversations continued.
Eventually people started to leave and we cleared and tidied up – trying to persuade people to take home the excess food! The birthday girl took home to turquoise and white balloons but refused the pink one for some reason!
So did it go well? The birthday girl said that she enjoyed it and things did seem to go smoothly. Even better there were enough contributions to pay for her “experience” at the Hawk Conservancy with some left over to provide some cash for any extras that she wants.
Having bought a ticket for the dockyard which enabled me to go as often as I wanted for a year, when I felt like another day out I thought this would be a good idea. I had the rest of “The Mary Rose” to look at and as it is inside it didn’t matter if it was cold. I therefore used my Senior Railcard to get to Portsmouth Harbour – with plenty of time on the train to read my book!
On arrival, after the bag search and having my ticket checked, I went straight to the building housing the Mary Rose and had a coffee before going into the museum.
Having looked at part of it before, I knew to pick up a folding stool as I went in. I then skipped the parts I had spent time on and spent about 2 hours looking at the rest. I am still amazed at how much they have found and how much they can tell about the people on the boat, just from their skeletons and possessions. Some things are in such good condition – musical instruments, shoes……. I was glad of the stool at times!
By the time I had finished it was time for lunch, so I went to Boatshed 7 (I think) and had pizza and chips (and coleslaw). The timing was such that I wasn’t sure if I had time to look round the Victory, but I decided I would and catch a later train if necessary.
On going into the Victory one is warned about slips, trips and low beams. Only the first was not a problem as it was dry! They also provide a free audio guide. At various points on the tour there are places where one points the guide at a device and one can then listen to some information relevant to that point on the ship. A lot of them were about the battle of Trafalgar. including the preparation for leaving port, until it got to the repairs needed after the battle (somewhat extensive!)
The bits I liked best were seeing the quarters of Captain Harvey and Nelson and also the below deck parts where it explained about the cooking and had models of the food provided. The places where they kept the things needed to repair the ship were interesting, too. Can’t say I was that interested in the battle but I do understand a bit better what happened.
As they said, the tour took about an hour if one listened to all the parts. I then had time for a quick cup of tea at the Mary Rose cafe before going to catch the train home.
Was it a good day out? I would say yes – could do just what I wanted and some of the things to see are fascinating.
A friend who is fairly disabled at the moment had bought a flat pack Ikea double cupboard with bookcases above, but was not able to assemble it. I agreed to try to do it, with the help of another friend who can do the practical bits and help with lifting and moving things but can’t interpret the instructions. Ikea instructions have no words, just pictures – of which some are fairly clear and some are not. There are also little inserts and until one knows to look out for them they are easy to miss, which can cause problems.
We started one Saturday afternoon and it took us over 3 hours (probably nearer 4) to make one of the cupboards. The hinges were the worst as it was not at all clear which way round they were supposed to be. In the end we fitted them together with the doors off and then translated that into how to attach them – after unscrewing the supports about 3 times. It took a cup of tea or two to get those hinges right! I was really exhausted after doing it and muscles I didn’t know I had ached the next day. I think it was from dragging and lifting the chipboard panels around and crawling and kneeling on the floor to get at the parts that had to be screwed together.
The next Saturday we managed to put together both of the top bookcases and the other cupboard and it only took about 3 hours. It helped that the bookcases were easier and we had a better idea what we were doing with the cupboard, but the hinges were still a bit of a problem. I was still quite tired afterwards but not as much as the previous week and I didn’t ache anywhere near as much the next day. It was a relief we got it done as I didn’t want to spend another Saturday afternoon on it. The end result seems to be fairly satisfactory.
We haven’t worked out how to fasten the two parts together – there didn’t seem to be a diagram to show that, so we just pushed them next to each other. There is also a hook thing on one side and we don’t know what that is for either. I still think I need to adjust one of the doors but I am not sure if the instructions on adjustments have been kept and the owner seems happy enough.
Would I do it again? Not unless I really have to! And I don’t think I would choose Ikea furniture for myself – however nice it is.
A friend was going to the theatre and the person going with her had to drop out, so I was asked if I would like to go. I admit that I was a bit doubtful when I saw the information, but agreed to go. The play was called “Joan” and was about Joan of Arc (sort of) but was a one woman show and had won prizes at The Fringe (2016).
It was in the small theatre, which is a nearly circular set up, but when we got there we were not allowed to sit on the fixed seats but on others which they had set up totally in the round. I think our timing was right, so we were in the middle row of three which was not too “exposed” (front row) and didn’t have the uncomfortable high bar type chairs (back row). The actor was around already and did seem to be a bit nervous but was OK when she had got going.
The play sort of followed the life of Joan of Arc but was really about gender and whether it is OK to be cross-gender or act/behave like the other gender – specifically female as male. The actor has been a drag king champion and I am not surprised at that – she took 3 separate male roles, as well as being Joan and was very convincing in all of them. I was also impressed at how quickly and easily she put on make up (in front of us) to give herself a beard or moustache. The play was very well done with the only props being 4 boxes, 4 mirrors and some costumes and the woman played all the parts – except a couple of men from the audience had to do things.
Did I enjoy it? Not very much (but my friend thought it was really good). I always dislike it when people are pulled from the audience and have to do something, especially if they are being made fun of – as one man was a bit in this. I was not totally comfortable with some of the things that she did when challenging gender stereotypes either; they seemed a bit inappropriate.
Would I go to another “challenging” piece of theatre like this? Maybe; maybe not……. Lets say I might think about it a bit more carefully before I say yes.
Salisbury has had its first literary festival! Not that I would have known about it if friends hadn’t mentioned it. There was one event with someone who wrote a book we had read and discussed earlier – Joanna Cannon. Her book “The Trouble with Goats and Sheep” is one I have never been quite sure about. It is well written and a good book with some funny parts but I wasn’t sure that I liked it and I know that several other people felt the same. I suspect, for me, it is because it is not a “comfortable” book – but you might have to read it to see what I mean.
One of my friends got the tickets – Saturday at 12.00 in the Playhouse. We were to meet at 11.30 and I was on time, for once. The friend who got the tickets was there before me though and she said that the friend who had been the one who was most keen on the book wasn’t coming. The other person coming arrived about 11.45 so we went in and found seats.
I wasn’t at all sure about the whole thing, but Joanna was introduced and interviewed by one of the main people behind the festival and I did enjoy it. She spoke well, but a microphone might have been good – I was straining to hear at times. It turns out that she is actually a doctor – a psychiatrist, in fact. She wrote most of the book in lunch breaks and was, I think, amazed when it became a best seller! She is not practising as a doctor at the moment – too busy being an author. She says she likes to go into the psychiatric hospital to encourage creativity of all types, as a means towards healing. She started writing – a blog initially I think, as a means to relieve the stress of being a junior doctor in a hospital (not a psychiatric one, where she says she never feels stress!) Knowing she is a doctor explains why there is an acknowledgement in the book I have just read to: “Jo Cannon…. for answering all things medical”. It didn’t make sense before I went to the event.
There were other events at the festival, including one with Phillipa Gregory, but I haven’t been to those. Never read any Phillipa Gregory and not sure I intend to!
Would I go to another literary festival event? Yes, I think I would, so will have to look out for the next one in Salisbury.
Would I read another of Joanna Cannon’s books? She described a bit about her next book and read a bit and I think I will read it. It comes out in the spring, but I will wait until the library has it or it is in paperback. I think it again will not be a comfortable read and possibly might make me cry! The one after that she has an idea for might be the same……
Although we know our place and stayed in the apartments in……..
Initially everyone congregated in our apartment as we were there before Simon (this year’s organiser) and we had milk for cups of tea/coffee. Also we were downstairs so easier to access and had no low beams to knock heads on.
(Apologies to everyone, but most photos of people have at least one person – and often more – blurred. Mind you that might be preferable at our age! People will move and talk….)
We had dinner in the hotel bar.
Next day, most of us went to Droitwich in the morning. Some people did the official tour and others followed the “Town trail” – after we worked out that the map went one way and the route described on a (separate) leaflet went the opposite way! Quite an interesting town – they have natural salt springs and so had a salt industry from Roman times and still have salt baths – more salty than the Dead Sea, apparently – for “arthritis and nervous complaints”.
Those of us who did our own tour had coffee and biscuits in a church hall – a very nice one, with very pleasant people. Thanks very much, Ken.
After the tour we split up, although many of us made our way to Hanbury Hall, where some looked at the house and some the gardens and some both! Most then met up in the tea-room gardens, where it was pleasant to sit as the weather was warm.
In the evening we had our own separate room for dinner, which we had ordered before hand.
The meal was excellent and not too heavy, which was good when there are 3 courses.
They also arranged for us to have breakfast in the same room the next day, which was a very nice way to say farewell.
Many thanks to Simon for making the arrangements. It was a very pleasant weekend, although we missed Susan, Hugh, Glynis and Malcolm – but hope to see you all next year.
For Christmas, my brother gave me an “Experience” but suggested I choose my own so that it would be something that I wanted. I decided it had to be fairly local and reduced it to 4 possibles: a skid pan at Thruxton, a hot air balloon flight from near the leisure centre, a falconry day at the Hawk Conservancy or a flight/trial lesson in a small plane from Old Sarum airfield. I decided the first was too scary, the second was a waste of champagne (why do all balloon flights include champagne?) and couldn’t decide between the other two, so let my brother decide. I think he tossed a coin and it came out on the flight. He then arranged this (the voucher was only for 6 months so not until a about May) and GoFly phoned me up and sent me the voucher.
I then had to arrange the date and time with the company and they sent me confirmation by email.
The day dawned and it was quite windy and a bit rainy, but that gradually cleared so the flight went ahead, instead of being cancelled as I feared. The lad who had done the flight before mine, had his cancelled on 2 or 3 previous occasions. I arrived early – and managed to park in the wrong place so had quite a way to walk instead of just a few steps. The young man in charge showed me the weather map and the rain going and the wind decreasing. Then the instructor led me out to the plane.
He had to get on first to make sure everything was OK and to fit in the extra bottle full of water (seen below the wing) behind the back seats to give us extra weight for ballast. I think I am not heavy enough! The instructor then got on board and told me to follow him. I should only walk on any bits painted black. I got in, the door was shut, the seat belts done up and lots of pre-flight checks done. Then the instructor spoke to the “control tower” (2 huts on top of each other!) and we taxied to the end of the grass runway. He then did more tests, spoke to Boscombe Down air traffic control as they are in charge of the local air space and we had to clear the flight with them. Heights etc would depend on what aircraft they were flying. After waiting ages for the Old Sarum control to respond we were given clearance to take off.
We gathered speed along the (slightly bumpy) runway and were then in the air and banked to pass Old Sarum.
We then headed up the river, initially, and then up to the A303 and Stonehenge. We didn’t get very close to Stonehenge as I think we were not supposed to cross the A303.
I tried to take several pictures of it but the wing blocked out most of them. We then headed roughly southwest passing over the countryside where one can see some of the marks left from previous ages agriculture and settlements.
It is from the air that one can see how rural Wiltshire is and how the fields cover much of it and the houses and roads very little. There are a few wooded areas and the instructor pointed out that the flight was more turbulent when we were going over the trees.
Then it was my turn! The instructor pointed the plane in roughly the right direction and showed me where to aim for. Turn the wheel left for left, right for right(!!), towards for up and away for down. I was told the pedals are only for steep turns/banking.
I think I did OK – until it got a bit rough again and I wasn’t sure if we were going up or down – the control panels are all at the instructors side.
After that we banked and turned again so that we were heading for the Fovant Military badges.
We flew alongside these…….
…….and the headed back towards Salisbury.
We flew south of the city ready to turn towards Old Sarum airfield.
As we approached the airfield we had to look out for other planes, but we didn’t see any, which was good. The instructor contacted the airfield and got clearance and did a really good landing – then spoiled it by saying he doesn’t always manage such good ones! We taxied to the place where the plane was left – and that was my “experience” finished.
We went back to the headquarters of GoFLY – a wooden hut – and I was presented with my certificate!
Did I enjoy it? It was slightly scary at the start when I saw how small the plane was and that it only had one propeller/engine! But once we got up it was wonderful and it would have been great to have a bit more time doing the actual flying so I got a better feel for the controls. I would love an hour next time (hint, hint!!) when I understand one flies down to the Isle of Wight and round the Needles and back. With the sun out it actually got quite hot in the plane.
Many, many thanks to my brother for the experience.
My friend T tends not to go for walks unless she is with someone, so I said I would go for a walk with her one Monday and where would she like to go? She later asked if we could we go to Bournemouth for the day instead. Well a day in Bournemouth is a bit longer than a walk but I gave in, especially after another friend had pleaded for her – and at that stage the weather forecast was quite good. As the day got closer the forecast deteriorated so I wasn’t happy, considering the weather last time I went. In the end we had a bargain that if it rained she would buy my lunch and if it was nice she would come for a paddle.
The day came – cloudy and drizzly and it even rained while we were on the bus. It had stopped by the time we arrived, so we could have a coffee/tea in the Lower Gardens. Then we headed for the front.
As a walk had been the original purpose of the day I made T walk with me to Alum Chime as it is somewhere I remember my grandparents liked. Having got there I didn’t dare tell T that I wanted to walk up and explore it!
This time there were quite a few beach huts open (there is one in the picture above) and more people on the beach.
Also more people in the sea.
However, having reached Alum Chime it was time to head back to town for lunch at a cafe T had in mind – if she could find it! This was successfully accomplished – a place called “Flirt” which she told me was an LGBT cafe. I probably wouldn’t have realised if she hadn’t told me, but there were features which did indicate it! As it was not raining we paid for our own lunches.
Then we headed back to the beach. On the way we passed a “Build a Bear” shop, which I had heard of but never seen so I insisted that we go in and have a look. We got the general idea – choose bear (or dog or …..) get it stuffed to ones required hardness, get it sewn up, choose extras. The clothes for bears seemed quite expensive and I don’t think I need another bear – Arthur might get jealous.
We then made it to the beach for our paddle, but couldn’t go in deep as T’s jeans wouldn’t roll up very far. Guess what? It was cold!
Even though she had been reluctant, T decided that she had actually quite enjoyed the paddle. The sand now seems to be at the same level as the promenade so there was nowhere to sit to dry our feet and put our shoes and socks on. We had to lean against a lamppost instead.
It was then time for our ice-cream, but on the way we encountered a group of drummers and stilt dancers.
As there were people talking to some of the audience I think they were trying to convert us – but I am not sure what to! They didn’t approach us so we went and got our ice-creams – not the nicest we have had, but a necessary part of the experience of being at the sea-side. We sat on a wall to eat them, but T’s legs were too short so she was swinging them backwards and forwards like a small child! (I have seen her do the same in church sometimes.) However, it was me who spilt ice-cream down myself.
It was then time to get the bus home.
Was it a good day? Well T said she enjoyed it! It was MUCH better than last time because although it wasn’t sunny it was dry, much less windy, mostly quite bright and warm. It was good to paddle and have ice-cream and walk and have a good lunch – so yes, a good day.