Today’s guest picture shows the world’s greatest small person in reflective mood at a party.
After breakfast, I waved good bye to Mrs Tootlepedal as she set off to Dumfries with three colleagues from the Ewes WRI group to take part in a competition for 15 minutes of prose and poetry readings on the theme of childhood. This competition covered groups from the whole of the South of Scotland and was a new venture for the Ewes group who were asked to enter to represent their larger local area.
I got a text from her in the afternoon to say that the group had won the handsome trophy, surprising no one more than themselves. However, having heard all the other entries, Mrs Tootlepedal did feel that there had been no luck about the outcome and the four ladies were quietly pleased that their hard work had borne fruit.
In her absence, I spent a second very peaceful day, lazing about the house and only going for a short walk after lunch.
I had all the time in the world to admire the blossom on the plum tree.
The weather took a turn for the better after lunch and when the sun threatened to come out, I went for a stroll round Easton’s Walk. We have some way to go before everything is green….
By the time that I got back to the park, the sky was blue and the poplars beside the river looked very fine, both when I was looking up to them….
I chopped a few more logs for our wood pile and then mowed the grass round the greenhouse and on the drying green.
I had one last look at the plum blossom….
We were going to see a performance by an amateur group.of a version of the Beggars’ Opera, with music adapted from the version written by Benjamin Britten. The reason for our interest in this show was the presence of no less than three of my fellow tenors from our Carlisle choir among the cast.
The drive down in the evening sunshine was glorious with the Lake District hills looking at their best so the forty miles passed very pleasantly. We brought a sandwich to sustain us, admired the blue clock faces on the handsome church beside the car park…
The small size of the stage was a definite handicap to the production which lacked a bit of pace as a result but my three choir colleagues all did their bits with enthusiasm. I can’t say that I think that Britten’s approach to the songs suits the show and the musical director’s rather careful tempos didn’t help. The end result was a certain lack of out and out gaeity in the satire which is probably needed to contrast with the more sentimental moments. The cast worked really hard though and the audience appreciated their efforts wholeheartedly.
The drive home in the dark was accomplished safely and unsurprisingly, Mrs Tootlepedal was quite tired when we got back.
The flying bird of the day is a down to earth chaffinch.