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Battleaxe loves Hastings Pirate Day - and Red Arrows

Glorious flawless sunny Sunday - and the famous Hastings Pirate Day!
     The Philosopher and I were relatively restrained in our pirate garb - too sensible really, but at least we didn't boil and get burned to crisps.  It felt like all the town had dressed up, and there was a real carnival feel about the place.  It seemed very inclusive - there were Pirate babies, Pirate grannies, Pirate (sea) dogs.

  We oohed and arrghed around for a bit, then crammed onto the beach with all the other pirates for our official world record breaking attempt for numbers of pirates gathered in one place.  It was hot.... very hot, but fortunately we didn't have to stay out there for too long.  Organisers had done a good job, even allowing there were thousands more than they had presumably bargained for.  It turned out we had absolutely smashed Penzance's previous world record, with our14,200 pirates counted.
     I asked the Philosopher... who was a pirate's favourite philosopher?  Arrrr…

Olympic torch in Hastings

So, down to town we went to have the 'Olympic torch experience'.  The place was heaving. 

We fought our way through the crowds as far as the White Rock Hotel, where we managed to find both a restorative gin and tonic and a seat.  Crowds were lighter there, and we found ourselves a prime viewing slot on the concrete parapet beside the road.  First along were far too many police motorcyclists, who parped their sirens excitingly at the French students sitting on the pavement opposite us.  Then came a procession of corporate lorries from Samsung, Coca-cola and Lloyds, all pounding disco music and screaming perma-tanned young people, trying to whip up false enthusiasm.  Then a few official buses and cars. Then, eventually, the torch bearer, lost in the middle of what I presumed were security staff, his torch flickering feebly in the wind.  That was it.  All respect to the torch bearer we saw - a brave guy who had got horribly wounded in Afghanistan.

As a total spectacle, it was pre…

Battleaxe visits coach at De La Warr, Bexhill

Last blog I talked about the Boat and mentioned the wobbling coach - well, I thought we ought to go to Bexhill and see it.  Went to the De La Warr Pavilion for coffee and there it was, wavering about over the edge of the building.  It is called 'Hang on a Minute Lads I've got a great idea', after the last line in the Italian Job.  By someone called Richard Wilson (thought he was a grumpy old sitcom actor). 

It looks quite good, especially looking up from the car park, and they have got it to wobble quite convincingly.  I took a video of it on my iphone but it didn't come out that well - hard to tell if was the coach wobbling or the phone wobbling in the wind.  But as I said before about the Boat, I just don't know what referencing the Italian Job with some ruddy great bus on a building has to do with the Olympics.  Neither do I even think it is Art.  Entertainment, certainly, but not Art.

The Philosopher says I am wasting my time thinking about What Is Art - it is…

Hastings Battleaxe visits 'Collective Spirit' Boat.... Jerwood is free!

Very busy weekend in Hastings - Saturday, the town was heaving.  We went to look at the famous Collective Spirit Boat which was 'moored' on the Stade open space - bit of a swizz that it had arrived by road instead of sailing here - apparently the weather was too bad.  I don't quite understand what this Cultural Olympics is supposed to be about - someone has also just balanced a tilting coach on the edge of the De La Warr Pavilion as in the Italian Job....  what has any of this got to do with fostering national sporting effort?

I thought the Olympics were supposed to leave a legacy of improved sporting facilities and increased take-up of activities?  I guess what we have instead is a few more playing fields sold off for development.  Don't get the wrong idea, Battleaxe is not a sporty type - I'd rather look at a boat or a wobbling coach than run round a track or puff and pant in the gym any day, but one has to worry about fat kids I guess.

Anyway, the boat was prett… the other one percent live

Glorious sunny day on Saturday, we went to Winchelsea to view the Open Gardens.  Goodness me, they were lovely.... real English dense borders piled against old walls, heavy with roses - trickling water, sweeping green lawns, lolling labradors, lily ponds, sweet peas, sparkling swimming pools - the owners of those places really have it all.

 They sat nervously outside their Farrow and Ball painted back doors - no need. The visitors were mostly well-to-do linen-trousered ladies and gentlemen in panama hats, marvelling at the delphiniums.  We love gardens - can't wait to get stuck into the garden at the new house - no time yet.  It was interesting to see how gardens that had obviously been put together by professional garden designers could somehow not quite work, while other apparently random gardens were actually beautifully composed.  Quite a few gardeners employed there, we felt....  We had tea and cake sitting out in the back courtyard of the posh shop and coffee place.  Ve…

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