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Dressed in flaming red, an African, Nigerian, face comes on our stage. What a pleasure. Canterbury Tales remix. Griming. 'I love the sound his Rolex makes' The gap toothed Wife of Bath, could have been a Nigerian. Every culture has a wife of Bath. The riff of Chaucer. Punk. Sauf London. Wales.

So enjoyed the Seraphim last evening. Turning, walking (dog) back across the marshes towards the church, I felt the sweep of timelessness of landscape, bells ringing out Plain Hunt, then coming in to hear 12 women’s voices, clear, reaching up to the high perpendicular vaulted nave. Loved the John Tavener best.

There had been some gap in time since I’d been to a Metfield event. The pull was the organisation team of Barbara and Lorraine, still raising funds for the Village Hall, still bringing people from this community together. A delightful woman, name I can never remember, met me in the street as I was parking.… Continue reading Bricks of Burston (Metfield Village Hall)

A quieter day after the drama of the double chain saw day. Just Paul and I completed around the pond. I continuing on dead hedging, extending the hedge to around the side, hiding the view of the rusted motor car on the other side. Straight easy hazel, ragged hawthorn which hooks in well and shows… Continue reading Woodland Day 3 – Wednesday

The day working on the pond. Light came by the end of the day, a glorious september warm light. I was on dead hedging, weaving the hawthorn, blackthorn and hazel being coppiced around the southern boundary. Removed two overhanging oak branches, and an extraordinarily tall hawthorn weaving into the top of the oak. Beefstake fungi… Continue reading Woodland Day 2 – two chain saws Tuesday

We all jumped out of our seats. Although Colin, the scientist he is, knew it was going to happen. An extraordinary film. A modern fable is how it is described, and I kept trying to overlay Oscar Wild's story, but could not find it until the end. Two raggamuffins, ejected from school, sought business enterprise… Continue reading The Selfish Giant (Film at The Cut)

Aafka inspired, a spontaneous film showing of this classic Robin Williams. The out of the box, carpe Deium teacher who awakened the soul. He looks so young. That same ironic smile the same. The quote from Thoreau, I'd first heard on Walden Pond (where I am continually reminded he took his washing home to be… Continue reading Dead Poets Society (Film at the Cut)

As refugee crisis expands in Iraq, Israel Palestine amid restless ceasefire, I bike to the Cut to watch The Invisible Woman, Ralph Fiennes directing and staring as Dickens. What I recall is not the plot but the opening scenes, of life before Facebook and TV, where in darkened rooms, enlightened by warm gas light (no… Continue reading The Invisible Woman (film at the Cut) August

Tolpuddle - one of the many puddles - museum to the Martyrs was closed. One of the six, George Loveless, was represented in a fine Epstein like sculpture (large hands and feet) outside the museum. Without knowing the details of their story, I am impressed with the success of the protesting campaign which effectively returned… Continue reading Dorset 2014 – New Year.