Pictorial blethers

By blethers

More cheering up!

I apologise. I know I go out and take pictures of flowers, tediously, because as Tryfan said yesterday, they cheer me up. I hope they do that for someone else as well! 

Actually, there was stuff going on today that fairly took up all my energies this morning - there was no time nor inclination to think of photographs. The other two members of the St Maura Singers were at Hunter's Quay waiting for a lift this morning just after 9am, so we were both up and doing far earlier than usual. Even so, I had to consult with the gardener while I was still in my dressing-gown, because he started on our front garden even earlier, so the outside of our house was full of the sound of strimmers and hedge-cutters (our garden, the next-but-one neighbour, and men hired by the council attacking the minor jungle on the other side of the road in a gap that leads down to the car park) and the inside, more sweetly certainly than the strimmers , with the sound of madrigals and plainsong, inter alia.

Mercifully, we were a lot better than last week's rehearsal - the blend worked and we'd all done some prep on the bits we weren't sure of. Bits of it even sounded ... well, lovely. I fed the singers on coffee and cinnamon bagels at elevenses time, and they were off on their way again before 1pm. I sat outside in the hot sun catching up on the Italian I hadn't had time to do earlier, and ate an absurd lunch of the last bagel and a banana. I felt I needed a quick sugar high and the hell with the consequences ...

After this, I read a piece in Sunday's Observer about R.S.Thomas - a rather shallow piece, I thought, focussing more on the man as expressed in photos without really looking at the implications of his poetry, although the poetry itself seems to be undergoing a renewal of interest, which is pleasing. And having read this, I fell asleep - Himself had already crashed - and we didn't get out till the sun was threatening to leave us.

Nonetheless, we drove to Toward where there seemed to be less cloud, and walked fairly shambolically round the point, observing the amount of stuff needed to build a relatively modest new house along the road and realising that somehow the north-west wind was catching us with a vengeance as we walked between the fields. However, round the point we were slightly sheltered and I took several photos of the great waving sea of crocosmia on the verges, contrasting beautifully with the blue of the sea and that white whatever-it-is that grows among it. 

We walked back to the car each buried in our phone. #1 son had just sent a link to the opening ceremony of the Touch Rugby International Tournament in Limerick, where our younger grandson is playing for his country for the first time. The signal wasn't very good, but we must've walked the best part of a mile without looking at any more scenery. I saw him better on the replay on YouTube when I got home...

Talk about playing many parts today - it's been quite a variety of personae on display!

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