Kalikellett

We didn't know each others names. We'd met on and off at the Cut, so I knew her in that way when I saw her on her ipad hocking into free wifi at the entrance to my Halesworth home. Come up for a glass of wine, I invited, she accepted. We rambled. I recognised the… Continue reading Jill

I was not distracted for a moment. Perfect pace, brilliant film, excellent acting. Particularly Felicity Jones, ex Emma of the Archers, a most watchable face, focused, centered, she knew what she wanted, stuck to it, and deviated only with permission. They met at Cambridge, across a crowded room, and spoke together with minimal honesty. A… Continue reading A Theory of Everything Film at Cinema City with Bob

Oh Cut, I love you for this. On a dark Suffolk night, to go out and see this unexpected landscape and story from Iceland. The original Icelandic title is Hross í oss: that is, Horse in Us. Wild stark beauty of an uninterrupted land scape, where folk observe events of neighbour through binoculars. The handsome… Continue reading Of Horses and Men – Cut film

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