Hastings Battleaxe gets everywhere...
Lots of bloggers seem to put up a new post every day. How on earth do they find the time? Time goes so quickly, and it is already a week since I last posted. Would you believe it is exactly a year today since the WI Albert Hall gig where I met the Queen? Unsurprisingly, that was one of the most popular posts I have ever done. So, time for a bit of a catch-up.....Weather has been horrible this week, dull, cold and biting north wind. Somewhat sunnier today. Here are some pretty poppies from our saunter down to the Old Town this morning.
We showed him the Pier, and visited the Memory Room for the first time. It is interesting and good. There are excellent interactive tables where you tap on a picture and it shows information and other pictures about a particular aspect of the Pier's history. It sounds nerdy but was totally worthwhile. We had a coffee on the upstairs glass-walled balcony again - very warm and sheltered. Shaun was impressed.
|Seagulls at the Pier head.|
|Unsatisfactory picture of a memory table....|
Set in Auschwitz, the film is about one Sonderkommando prisoner's attempt to give one boy a dignified burial. He spends the film rushing from one unimaginably horrible job to another while he tries to find a rabbi. I dreamt about the film - I was back at work, using the film as a case-study about why it was important to have proper job descriptions. I don't think so....
|Cool dining at the Kino Teatr|
|One-off Royal Doulton Lambeth bowl, with inscription G A Allchin, painted by Vera Huggins, dated 1939, a bit damaged and restored.|
|Royal Doulton Woodland Trees very large bowl, perfect, c1920s|
|Whitefriars Knobbly large bowl, streaky green, c1964.|
Then to Rye Harbour, coffee and cake with Morgan and Peter at the Avocet, and a walk. We were lucky enough to see some baby avocets with their parents. Here are a couple of photos Philosopher took.
|Avocet parent and chick|
Am also just finishing off a piece for this year's Lady Denman Cup - not a poem this time, but a 'letter to your younger self, in 500 words.' Again, difficult to produce something special and different. The topic does not inspire me - it's a bit naff, like an essay topic from school when you were about twelve.
We've got the builders coming in this week, we are having the bathroom redone. I won't tell you more at this stage - the story is nearly as boring as the EU Referendum Campaign.
The Referendum business is so annoying I can scarcely think about it without my blood pressure rocketing through the roof. How on earth did our political so-called 'leaders' get us into this ridiculous situation? It has discredited both sides of the campaign who think we are going to be interested in/seduced by scaremongering, hyperbole and lies, and given air-time to some of the most gross and disagreeable creatures imaginable, e.g Boris. The whole thing makes our country look so embarrassing and stupid we are now scarcely in a position to sneer at the US Trump scenario. Well, I suppose it is not quite as bad as Trump..... Oh, stop writing, now.