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.
Bricks of Burston (Metfield Village Hall)
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)
20,000 days on Earth, Nick Clave (Film Cut)
Live Streeming from Barbican, London Who is Nick Cave? Who was this man who had others in white gloves handle the archive of his family photo album? The compare said special 20 times. A special evening, with special people, and a special Nick Cave. The two directors came on the stage. They were unusual. Not… Continue reading 20,000 days on Earth, Nick Clave (Film Cut)
Woodland Day 3 – Wednesday
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
Woodland Day 2 – two chain saws Tuesday
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
Woodland Day 1 – September 2014
First day of September, Paul drove into the woodland and parking among the nettles that cover the hard standing. His advice was sound: let's work inside the wood and not near the entrance until we have a gate in situ. We commenced, Paul with his chainsaw, coppicing and cutting back the hazel tufts on the… Continue reading Woodland Day 1 – September 2014
JF
I put out maps, books - some of which I’d written. When I came to the van, all were put aside. The maps were useless as I gathered in a phone call later from a desperate JF saying he could not remember the way from Halesworth to the van, a mile up the road. I… Continue reading JF
The Selfish Giant (Film at The Cut)
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)
Bob and Ian’s films at the Waveney festival
Inspired by Bob, accompanied by his friend from Late Night Line up, Ian, with films from 40 years ago re-mastered by Stuart Orr, a small gathering of us ventured back into a time when these two film-makers were walking out into their lives. It felt intimate, edgy and expansive. It was the time when the BBC made a programme which no fixed… Continue reading Bob and Ian’s films at the Waveney festival
Dead Poets Society (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)
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