Thursday:-
Concertina as usual, a little more insteresting, mostly because I was tired and so the whole thing was a little harder! I went back to the tent early due to severe back pain, and sent out a random plea for anyone who was free to come keep me company at my tent! Instructed Jen in sooking dinner on our gas cooker, and took the executive decision not to go out that evening in the hopes of being able to dance that evening. This didnt quite work out, and i ended up going to the second half of the concert at Manor Pavillion. Saw Cockersedale, who were quite good, very trad. folk, with one especially funny moment where the guy who gave them the chord on the guitar had his guitar in the wrong key, which he didn't notice for a little, and the lead singer just sort of stared at him!
Went back to the tent then despite the pain headed up to LNE, sat in the pub/food tent all evening, had a good talk with Jack about books and literature, and have come away with an even klonger reading list than before. Then tlked to Justin for a while. Ended LNE with a very slow walrz because I refused to go an entire day without dancing.
Then headed to the music/jam/talk thing in the marquee at the campsite which was great fun, started talking to Stephen Taberner ( Spooky Men's Chorale) and ended up watching the sunrise with him, steve (he cooked us breakfast earlier in the week) and cathy. Very fun, but abcolutely freezing!
Friday:-
Was good last concertina session in the morning, a little sad, but have borrowed a concertina, and can get lessons from john when hes in cambridgeshire area so will definitely continue!
Went back to the campsite in the hopes of resting my back, but ended up walking round with jack as he helped to dismantle the site (his last shift as a steward). Was good fun. Then met stephen as he was getting the bus and got invited down to town with him. So went there instead.
Wandered round sidmouth randomly, after first having found breakfast for stephen (at 2 o'clock in the afternoon! australians, honestly! :p). And went to the afternoon concert at the Ham, saw The Devils Interval and Uiscedwr, it was interesting, stephen pointed out every time they hit a not wrong! twas funny, i cant actually tell so.... ! I like Uiscedwr though they were quite good, but I had to go sit outside and read for a bit, i was so tired i was falling asleep!
After the concert Stephen taught us a clapping game/rhythm/ thing, which was great fun, if a little complicated, i think i can remember all of it though! (and the cup game!)
Then me and him wandered off down the sea front and Cathy and her friend(Cathy came to the concert too) went to get food.
I headed off back to the campsite to 'pack' and kinda lazed around, then went to the eveing concert, well the second half of it and saw Vin Garbutt, who was good, but better as a story teller than a singer! Once again, sitting next to someone who sings proffesionally was interesting!
The torchlit parade and the fireworks were brilliant as ever, and the LNE was fun, my back killed, but i was determined to dance, so did about 3 or 4 dances and the polka at the end!
Stayed up as usual and had by about 3, managed to aquire Stephens hat, Justins jumper and whisky and Jo's scarf! Twas a lot of fun, the whisky was alright, im still trying to decide whether i like the stuff, but i kept nicking justins hip flask of it and handing it round everyone, got into a conversation with someone who i cant remember the name of about how it was illegal for him to take the piss out of me because he was a teacher, so i wondered what was the policy on accepting alcohol from a minor!
Stephen headed off to bed about 3, but let me borrow the hat, as he decided i would be miserable without it (anyone who has seen spooky men will understand the importance of the hat!) I went at about 4:30 as i was ltiterlly falling asleep standing up, so justin, persuaded me to go to bed. And there ended my sidmoth proper for 2007 **sobs**
Saturday:-
Was a mixture of rushing off to say goodbye to various people and awing my family with my amazing abilty to make random friends (my family beign avid spooky fans, and me having a genuine spooky man's hat! they were even more impressed when he came to collect it, butn for some reason they all thought id nicked it, no matter how many times i pointed out how completely unlikely it was for him to go back to australia without it!)
I had a theory that if i kept wandering off i wouldn't have to do any work, almost true! So went and sat and talked to justin for a while, twasn't fair, I was gunna laugh at him for having a hangover, but he didn't have one! Went through his lines with him a little, and generally did nothing.
Then went back to the tent and helped a bit, justin turned up to say goodbye, and me and ruth randomly headed over to see steve, who was taking an extremely relaxed attitude to packing, kinda standing where his tent had been doing pretty much nothing! Justin drove past while we were there and said final fare wells, and we went to say goodbye to Manon and Peter-Paul, who, having speant an hour and a half packing the car, then had a momentary panic when they couldn't remember where the car keys where. Fortunately they were in Peter-Pauls ruck-sack, but it was hilarious!
Said fond fairwells to random people like tom, who we see at most festivals and ended up dancign a six-person rosa with, dont knwo what a rosa is, ask me and il explain sometime! And we were off home, to dream for another year (well 6 months IVDF, cant wait!)
the journey home was uneventful, stopped off at Uncle Ernests and Auntie Pamela's for a couple of hours, i ended up falling asleep i was so tired and arrived home at about 10:30.
And there concludes my epic post. thanks to all for such an excellent festival. i'll be there next year!
Quote:
It takes wings to make miracles happen
On the side of a lorry on the way home from sidmouth!
em
x
12 August 2007
Sidmouth! (Part 2 of 3)
Monday:-
Found out that I had got into the concertina workshop run by John Dipper, excellent first session, if a little slow, i had worked out how to play the scale in about 15 mins, and he took the hour teaching it. But it was still fun, and i really enjoy playing it! Then went to a talk at the Woodlands Hotel with Manon, about the laws you have to follow as a performer, and all the paperwork involved, interesting, and a bit scary just how beurocratic our country is! Speant the afternoon with Manon and Peter-Paul, as they stewarded the Arts Centre, had several nice cups of tea. Went to the evening concert in the Ham, Eliza Carthy and the Ratcatchers, alright, but not my favourite, and ended up leaving early, due to a fever! To put it in perspective, the Ham Marquee is about 40 degrees, and I was shivering! Went back to the tent and rested then went off to LNE, danced a Boureé with Tom, we were supposed to dance a Boureé de jeunesse, but instead danced a boureé de ligne instead, much more fun!
It was the first night I stayed up after LNE and was great fun, a group of us, Ruth, Tom, Justin (i think), Manon and Joe stayed up until about four thirty! Having the most random conversations, which went from the mundane (cooking, dancing) to the insane (ceilidh karma sutra). I tried whiskey for the first time, Laphroaig, apparently, was odd, but quite nice, warmed you up considerably! We all went to bed about 4:30, having decided to meet at 9 to have breakfast with Tom's friend Steve (who had no idea of this!). And then head of to a contra workshop.
Tuesday:-
Dawned, but we already knew that as we were up to see it! And we went of to meet Tom and Manon for breakfast, Tom's friend steve wasn't up yet so we headed off to catch the bus and have food in town. Having missed the bus we headed off to see if steve were up, he was so we went back, and had coffer (or tea in my case) with him. After having made an executive desision that i was too tired and hungry to go to my workshop i stayed for breakfast, a very nice meal or tomato, bacon and spam!
We then went to a playford workshop and speant a lot of it mucking about, but we ahd fun, I kept nicking tom's hat, and we passed it randomly round the dance floor! Although some of the older people got annoyed with me and tom because we kept mucking up the dances!
Had lunch with tom, ruth and steve (lovely burgers from the bedford hotel) and saw tom off on the bus home, then sat having drinks in a bus stop seeing as we thought it was almost certainly illegal.
Speant the afternoon once again with Manon and Peter-Paul doing pretty much nothing.
In the evenign i went to the Black Tie Ceilidh in the Blackmore Gardens which was great fun! The range of people from those who took it seriously, to those who turned up in normal clothes with a token black tie, i went in between, with my black halter-neck, a bright blue cummerbund(sp?) black and white over the knee socks and fancy shoes, oh and the token black tie of course!
Then went to LNE dressed like that, except for the tie which i had borrowed from Chris under threat of painful death if i lost it! LNE wasn't as good, mostly because Whapweasel were playing, and although they were very good, there were way too many people there to do any decent dancing, went to bed at about 1:30 due to tiredness.
Wednesday:-
Concertina Workshop as usual, cant remember most of the afternoon, but met up with Steve, and Ruth and various other of Steves friends for tea at a lovely tea shop a ltitle way along the coast. I had to leave early from that to get the bus with Jen to Sidford for a Fench Dancing Workshop, panicked because I lost my purse, but borrowed some money of dad.
The workshop was quite good, although th teacher wasn't the best. The following bal was quite fun, though more that 2 An Dro's ( and the other one which ic ant remember the name of) gets a little boring.
Left early, to catch the bus back, but ended up with a lift from manon and peter-paul, six of us in a car designed to take four! was a bit of a squish.
LNE was fun, but i had to leave early because my back was hurting too much.
Quote:
In every community, there is work to be donw
In every nation, there are wounds to heal
In every heart, there is the power to do it
Marianne Williamson
Emma
Found out that I had got into the concertina workshop run by John Dipper, excellent first session, if a little slow, i had worked out how to play the scale in about 15 mins, and he took the hour teaching it. But it was still fun, and i really enjoy playing it! Then went to a talk at the Woodlands Hotel with Manon, about the laws you have to follow as a performer, and all the paperwork involved, interesting, and a bit scary just how beurocratic our country is! Speant the afternoon with Manon and Peter-Paul, as they stewarded the Arts Centre, had several nice cups of tea. Went to the evening concert in the Ham, Eliza Carthy and the Ratcatchers, alright, but not my favourite, and ended up leaving early, due to a fever! To put it in perspective, the Ham Marquee is about 40 degrees, and I was shivering! Went back to the tent and rested then went off to LNE, danced a Boureé with Tom, we were supposed to dance a Boureé de jeunesse, but instead danced a boureé de ligne instead, much more fun!
It was the first night I stayed up after LNE and was great fun, a group of us, Ruth, Tom, Justin (i think), Manon and Joe stayed up until about four thirty! Having the most random conversations, which went from the mundane (cooking, dancing) to the insane (ceilidh karma sutra). I tried whiskey for the first time, Laphroaig, apparently, was odd, but quite nice, warmed you up considerably! We all went to bed about 4:30, having decided to meet at 9 to have breakfast with Tom's friend Steve (who had no idea of this!). And then head of to a contra workshop.
Tuesday:-
Dawned, but we already knew that as we were up to see it! And we went of to meet Tom and Manon for breakfast, Tom's friend steve wasn't up yet so we headed off to catch the bus and have food in town. Having missed the bus we headed off to see if steve were up, he was so we went back, and had coffer (or tea in my case) with him. After having made an executive desision that i was too tired and hungry to go to my workshop i stayed for breakfast, a very nice meal or tomato, bacon and spam!
We then went to a playford workshop and speant a lot of it mucking about, but we ahd fun, I kept nicking tom's hat, and we passed it randomly round the dance floor! Although some of the older people got annoyed with me and tom because we kept mucking up the dances!
Had lunch with tom, ruth and steve (lovely burgers from the bedford hotel) and saw tom off on the bus home, then sat having drinks in a bus stop seeing as we thought it was almost certainly illegal.
Speant the afternoon once again with Manon and Peter-Paul doing pretty much nothing.
In the evenign i went to the Black Tie Ceilidh in the Blackmore Gardens which was great fun! The range of people from those who took it seriously, to those who turned up in normal clothes with a token black tie, i went in between, with my black halter-neck, a bright blue cummerbund(sp?) black and white over the knee socks and fancy shoes, oh and the token black tie of course!
Then went to LNE dressed like that, except for the tie which i had borrowed from Chris under threat of painful death if i lost it! LNE wasn't as good, mostly because Whapweasel were playing, and although they were very good, there were way too many people there to do any decent dancing, went to bed at about 1:30 due to tiredness.
Wednesday:-
Concertina Workshop as usual, cant remember most of the afternoon, but met up with Steve, and Ruth and various other of Steves friends for tea at a lovely tea shop a ltitle way along the coast. I had to leave early from that to get the bus with Jen to Sidford for a Fench Dancing Workshop, panicked because I lost my purse, but borrowed some money of dad.
The workshop was quite good, although th teacher wasn't the best. The following bal was quite fun, though more that 2 An Dro's ( and the other one which ic ant remember the name of) gets a little boring.
Left early, to catch the bus back, but ended up with a lift from manon and peter-paul, six of us in a car designed to take four! was a bit of a squish.
LNE was fun, but i had to leave early because my back was hurting too much.
Quote:
In every community, there is work to be donw
In every nation, there are wounds to heal
In every heart, there is the power to do it
Marianne Williamson
Emma
11 August 2007
Sidmouth! (Part 1 of 3)
Well, I have just got back from Sidmouth Folk Week and am absolutely knackered, however after a week of not going to bed till at least 1:30 (quite a lot later in some cases!) I cannot sleep yet!
So, instead I shall follow the basic structure of Tom's blogpost and do a rundown of each day!
Tuesday:-
Set of nice and early (abiout 10ish) in the car to Bristol, we were going to stay with my uncle there till thursday and then go on to sidmouth. However about half an hour outside of cambridge, on the Buldock bypass for anyone who knows the area, we broke down, with what smelt distinctly like a burnt out clutch! Anyone travelling along the Buldock bypass on the 31st of July and saw three girls sitting playing cards on the verge that was us! We called the AA, who, rather than coming themselves sent a local company with instructions to bring us back to cambridge, which we protested, but were told that if we took the car to a garage in cambridge then it would be fixed my wednesday morning and we could still get down to bristol to see uncle ceri and sara. So we went home and stayed the night there, living like we were on holiday, for some reason even though it was home none of us did what we usually do, but hung round together and watched videos and such, which was really odd! Got invited to dinner with Steve, an old friend of my parents who moved near us a couple of years ago. Was very nice, chicken stir fry, then we went to bed.
Wednesday:-
We got up, all ready to go, only to be informed that in fact out car needed more work than was first expected, and wouldn't be ready till friday (way too late to get a pitch like we needed for camping!) Phoned the AA, who promised to hire us a car but couldn't get one with a topbox attatchement or a tow bar! In the end we hired a van, which me and dad drove down in, whilst Mum, Ruth and HEather went by train down to honniton.
It was great fun, and the longest time me and my dad have speant together just the two of us for ages, so was really really nice! Beautiful view of stonehenge sihllouetted against a beautiful sunset as we crossed salisbury plain.
We arrived at the campsite at about 10 ish and were putting up the tent in the dark! Excellent fun, and the earliest night I got for the rest of the week!
Thursday:-
Dawned bright and rainy, we spent the morning sitting about the tent after we had finished setting up the rest of the tent. When it finally got sunny me and ruth decided to head off to the beach, which we finalyl did after a few altercations with various people threatening to go home. Unfortunately did not swim as ruth didn't want to, and I hate being in the water on my own!
And that was about it for thursday, apart from meeting up with Emily, an old friend from my very first sidmouth and speanding the evening catching up with her!
Friday:-
First proper day of the Festival, took the bus down to go to the lunch time ceilidh, which was great fun, although the caller was not the greatest and i had a little trouble getting used to having to tell my left from my right! Met a lovely brother and sister pair from Holland (Manon and Peter-Paul de Graaf) with whom i met up with agin several times during the week.
Went to the Show of Hands concert in the evening, it was absolutely awesome! They are amazing! Excellent songs including ones with lyrics like 'Is there anywhere left in England not for sale' and 'Hey ho boys let them go, out in the wind and the rain and snow, we've lost more than we'll ever know, round the rocky shores of england'. Also an excellent performance of Innocent's Song, a setting of the poem by Charles Causely (link).
We then went off the Late Night Extra, which is the late evenign ceilidh, running from 11 till 1 o'clock. Is great fun, although by the end of the week I started asking people how much they'd had to drink before dancing with them, dancing with a drunk guy who has no idea what he's doing is just not fun!
Saturday:-
Dawn broke, crash, and we headed of nice and early for the Celebratory dances workshop, with a caller who was alright, but not the best. Had lots of fun though, and was almost getting the hang of it by the end. Then did a Playford workshop, Jane Austen style dancing, wich is excellent fun to do, because you do have to think slightly about what your doing which makes it much more interesting! Then went once again to the lunchtime ceilidh at anchor gardens, and cant really remember what I did after that! In the evening I went to see the spooky men's chorale, an excellent singing group from the Blue Mountains in Australia, which was a hilariously funny and gripping performance as ever!
Went to LNE in the evening, and the to bed!
Sunday:-
First workshop was the Festival Choir run by Sandra Kerr, it was quite good, although the warm up was odd, but I enjoyed doing some singing, and going to a rehersal where people actually knew how to shut up and work! Brilliant!
Then went to the informal meet and greet with the Spooky Men at the Rugby club at 11:30. They turned up slightly late due to having been up singing till 4:30 that morning! But it was a brilliant session, with both some singing and questions! Speant the afternoon randomly wondering around with Manon and Peter-Paul and in the evening went to the dance event at the Bulverton with Fluxus, a band from Belgium. The evening was great, none of the dances were called and I had never done any French dancing before! But it was relatively simple to pick up and the first dance i joined in on was a Jig wich was really easy. I also danced a Boureé, well more than one, the first with Peter-Paul,its a great dance but hell on your calves! Danced later on with Tom, who was also considerably better than me, and who put the variations in, which was great fun, although a little confusing for me! Danced a scottische with Jen, which was great fun as she was trying to remember how, both of us speant all of the dance going forwards two three, back two three, one two three four! Excellent fun! Danced a waltz with fancy moves with Tom, which was fun, although i wasn't very good at doing to fance moves, haveing never done more than a simple waltz before! So all in all it was an excellent evening, and the fastest I have ever picked up dances in my life!
LNE that night was great, didn't dance much due to being a little tired and my back was causing problems so sat talking to Tom, a rather more interesting 20-something-year-old than most, while he stewarded, ended up with him teaching me a Mazuka (spelling?) at the edge of the floor, because he couldn't find anyone to cover his post while he danced.
All in all an excellent day, which lead to me discovering a new dance style that i absolutely love!
I am going to cut it there for tonight and head to bed, partly because i need to sleep and partly because otherwise this is an insanely long post! Will write up the rest of my week in the next few days.
Quote:
Whatever you want to do, do it. There are only so many tomorrows
Unknown
So, instead I shall follow the basic structure of Tom's blogpost and do a rundown of each day!
Tuesday:-
Set of nice and early (abiout 10ish) in the car to Bristol, we were going to stay with my uncle there till thursday and then go on to sidmouth. However about half an hour outside of cambridge, on the Buldock bypass for anyone who knows the area, we broke down, with what smelt distinctly like a burnt out clutch! Anyone travelling along the Buldock bypass on the 31st of July and saw three girls sitting playing cards on the verge that was us! We called the AA, who, rather than coming themselves sent a local company with instructions to bring us back to cambridge, which we protested, but were told that if we took the car to a garage in cambridge then it would be fixed my wednesday morning and we could still get down to bristol to see uncle ceri and sara. So we went home and stayed the night there, living like we were on holiday, for some reason even though it was home none of us did what we usually do, but hung round together and watched videos and such, which was really odd! Got invited to dinner with Steve, an old friend of my parents who moved near us a couple of years ago. Was very nice, chicken stir fry, then we went to bed.
Wednesday:-
We got up, all ready to go, only to be informed that in fact out car needed more work than was first expected, and wouldn't be ready till friday (way too late to get a pitch like we needed for camping!) Phoned the AA, who promised to hire us a car but couldn't get one with a topbox attatchement or a tow bar! In the end we hired a van, which me and dad drove down in, whilst Mum, Ruth and HEather went by train down to honniton.
It was great fun, and the longest time me and my dad have speant together just the two of us for ages, so was really really nice! Beautiful view of stonehenge sihllouetted against a beautiful sunset as we crossed salisbury plain.
We arrived at the campsite at about 10 ish and were putting up the tent in the dark! Excellent fun, and the earliest night I got for the rest of the week!
Thursday:-
Dawned bright and rainy, we spent the morning sitting about the tent after we had finished setting up the rest of the tent. When it finally got sunny me and ruth decided to head off to the beach, which we finalyl did after a few altercations with various people threatening to go home. Unfortunately did not swim as ruth didn't want to, and I hate being in the water on my own!
And that was about it for thursday, apart from meeting up with Emily, an old friend from my very first sidmouth and speanding the evening catching up with her!
Friday:-
First proper day of the Festival, took the bus down to go to the lunch time ceilidh, which was great fun, although the caller was not the greatest and i had a little trouble getting used to having to tell my left from my right! Met a lovely brother and sister pair from Holland (Manon and Peter-Paul de Graaf) with whom i met up with agin several times during the week.
Went to the Show of Hands concert in the evening, it was absolutely awesome! They are amazing! Excellent songs including ones with lyrics like 'Is there anywhere left in England not for sale' and 'Hey ho boys let them go, out in the wind and the rain and snow, we've lost more than we'll ever know, round the rocky shores of england'. Also an excellent performance of Innocent's Song, a setting of the poem by Charles Causely (link).
We then went off the Late Night Extra, which is the late evenign ceilidh, running from 11 till 1 o'clock. Is great fun, although by the end of the week I started asking people how much they'd had to drink before dancing with them, dancing with a drunk guy who has no idea what he's doing is just not fun!
Saturday:-
Dawn broke, crash, and we headed of nice and early for the Celebratory dances workshop, with a caller who was alright, but not the best. Had lots of fun though, and was almost getting the hang of it by the end. Then did a Playford workshop, Jane Austen style dancing, wich is excellent fun to do, because you do have to think slightly about what your doing which makes it much more interesting! Then went once again to the lunchtime ceilidh at anchor gardens, and cant really remember what I did after that! In the evening I went to see the spooky men's chorale, an excellent singing group from the Blue Mountains in Australia, which was a hilariously funny and gripping performance as ever!
Went to LNE in the evening, and the to bed!
Sunday:-
First workshop was the Festival Choir run by Sandra Kerr, it was quite good, although the warm up was odd, but I enjoyed doing some singing, and going to a rehersal where people actually knew how to shut up and work! Brilliant!
Then went to the informal meet and greet with the Spooky Men at the Rugby club at 11:30. They turned up slightly late due to having been up singing till 4:30 that morning! But it was a brilliant session, with both some singing and questions! Speant the afternoon randomly wondering around with Manon and Peter-Paul and in the evening went to the dance event at the Bulverton with Fluxus, a band from Belgium. The evening was great, none of the dances were called and I had never done any French dancing before! But it was relatively simple to pick up and the first dance i joined in on was a Jig wich was really easy. I also danced a Boureé, well more than one, the first with Peter-Paul,its a great dance but hell on your calves! Danced later on with Tom, who was also considerably better than me, and who put the variations in, which was great fun, although a little confusing for me! Danced a scottische with Jen, which was great fun as she was trying to remember how, both of us speant all of the dance going forwards two three, back two three, one two three four! Excellent fun! Danced a waltz with fancy moves with Tom, which was fun, although i wasn't very good at doing to fance moves, haveing never done more than a simple waltz before! So all in all it was an excellent evening, and the fastest I have ever picked up dances in my life!
LNE that night was great, didn't dance much due to being a little tired and my back was causing problems so sat talking to Tom, a rather more interesting 20-something-year-old than most, while he stewarded, ended up with him teaching me a Mazuka (spelling?) at the edge of the floor, because he couldn't find anyone to cover his post while he danced.
All in all an excellent day, which lead to me discovering a new dance style that i absolutely love!
I am going to cut it there for tonight and head to bed, partly because i need to sleep and partly because otherwise this is an insanely long post! Will write up the rest of my week in the next few days.
Quote:
Whatever you want to do, do it. There are only so many tomorrows
Unknown
27 May 2007
Sunday...
Well a decent enough day, went to help out a church creche this morning, ended up getting roped in by Andy to help with Trekkers on the Case instead. Twas fun, nothing I really had to think about, providing a welcome relief.
Then sat and talked to Andy after the service, was good, talking about friends and such, it was nice to talk, I've been running low on people to talk to recently. Ended up staying for the next service, mostly because it had started and we were still talking.
Service was ok, I wasn't really that focused on it really, Alfie (Andy's 9 month old) is not the quietest of babies, and that coupled with me already being indisposed to concentrate meant that I wasn't really feeling spiritual.
Got home, lunch, mucked about on my computer, ate christmas pudding, considered going for a run. I still want to go, but it's late. I'l go in the morning, or possibly for a cycle.
I have a sleepover i'm going to tomorrow, I dont really want to go, which is ridiculous, i complain about not having friends, and then when i do get invited somewhere i dont want to go!
Went for a cycle with Ruth yesterday, was cut short when my back tire got a puncture, had to get dad to pick us up from Melbourn. Will go again later in the week.
Have to remember to get dad to sort out my bed tomorrow, stripped it day before yesterday, so it currently has neither blanket nor sheet! I'd do it myself, but i cant manage the blanket, it never lies flat.
Anyway, early start tomorrow, have a paper round and am determined to get fit! fed up of not being!
Quote:
If you lived here, you'd be home by now
Girl, Interrupted
Then sat and talked to Andy after the service, was good, talking about friends and such, it was nice to talk, I've been running low on people to talk to recently. Ended up staying for the next service, mostly because it had started and we were still talking.
Service was ok, I wasn't really that focused on it really, Alfie (Andy's 9 month old) is not the quietest of babies, and that coupled with me already being indisposed to concentrate meant that I wasn't really feeling spiritual.
Got home, lunch, mucked about on my computer, ate christmas pudding, considered going for a run. I still want to go, but it's late. I'l go in the morning, or possibly for a cycle.
I have a sleepover i'm going to tomorrow, I dont really want to go, which is ridiculous, i complain about not having friends, and then when i do get invited somewhere i dont want to go!
Went for a cycle with Ruth yesterday, was cut short when my back tire got a puncture, had to get dad to pick us up from Melbourn. Will go again later in the week.
Have to remember to get dad to sort out my bed tomorrow, stripped it day before yesterday, so it currently has neither blanket nor sheet! I'd do it myself, but i cant manage the blanket, it never lies flat.
Anyway, early start tomorrow, have a paper round and am determined to get fit! fed up of not being!
Quote:
If you lived here, you'd be home by now
Girl, Interrupted
26 May 2007
Fleeting and Fleeing
A moments reflection on the instability of life.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All that is made lost, to moths or rust.
A piece of paper with the name of a child, its brith certificate, crumples and disintegrates in the rain.
A lifetimes work, painstakingly collected samples of meaning, lost in the swift blaze that leaves naught but memories.
The memories collected over a lifetime, lost as the bearer becomes ruled by their illness.
The slightest fall changing a childs smile to a wail of pain.
The strongest house lost to the stronger storm.
The life that love created ending in dispair.
The death of an old one, with all their loved ones there.
As spring fades to summer flowers bloom and die.
Year passes to year buildings are built and destroyed.
Tress, flowers, buildings, paper, memories, happiness, life, all is fleeting.
All is fleeing away too fast for us to have a hope of catching it.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All that is made lost, to moths or rust.
A piece of paper with the name of a child, its brith certificate, crumples and disintegrates in the rain.
A lifetimes work, painstakingly collected samples of meaning, lost in the swift blaze that leaves naught but memories.
The memories collected over a lifetime, lost as the bearer becomes ruled by their illness.
The slightest fall changing a childs smile to a wail of pain.
The strongest house lost to the stronger storm.
The life that love created ending in dispair.
The death of an old one, with all their loved ones there.
As spring fades to summer flowers bloom and die.
Year passes to year buildings are built and destroyed.
Tress, flowers, buildings, paper, memories, happiness, life, all is fleeting.
All is fleeing away too fast for us to have a hope of catching it.
Short and Sweet
Well, yesterday was my last day of work experience, it was so sad, i almost cried. They gave me a box of roses(the chocolate) and a card they had made which had pictures of when i did a session with my xylophone for the children! Inside there are pictures of every single one,with their names as well, its brilliant!!!!
I really enjoyed my work experience, it isnt something i'd do as an actual job, but it was fantastic for two weeks!
I got a non-speaking role in the shakespeare, but oh well. acting is full of disappointments.
I seem to be getting busier and busier this half term, i have a sleepover monday to tuesday which i'm really not sure i want to go to, punting and cycling with my friend james who is coming down from colchester. and fitting in a physics project and a textiles objective, oh the joys!
Ok, nothing much esle to write.
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Life is only given once to the body, but the soul has eternity to reflect on life
Unknown
I really enjoyed my work experience, it isnt something i'd do as an actual job, but it was fantastic for two weeks!
I got a non-speaking role in the shakespeare, but oh well. acting is full of disappointments.
I seem to be getting busier and busier this half term, i have a sleepover monday to tuesday which i'm really not sure i want to go to, punting and cycling with my friend james who is coming down from colchester. and fitting in a physics project and a textiles objective, oh the joys!
Ok, nothing much esle to write.
Quote
Life is only given once to the body, but the soul has eternity to reflect on life
Unknown
13 May 2007
.....Walk apon Englands rain-drenched shores.....
Well, I had auditions for Twelfth Night today, at my school, 17 of us turned up, but unfortunately more girls than boys..... hmmmm, should make for fun casting.
Auditions went well, speant the first hour doing warm up exercises, with Mr H. putting the emphasis on physicality rather than on the words, which is good, but without understanding what the words mean the physicality is hard to do. Meh well....
Then we went of for about half an hour and prepared an audition piece from the extracts he had given. I did a piece with Olivia, Feste and Malvolio.
We then had a short break, after which we prepared a second peice.
I read for Maria, which was great fun, I was the only one who put in the flirting with Sir Toby Belch.
The return journey was .... interesting. 5 miles in the pouring rain..... I'm still cold.
I start work experience tomorrow. Homerton Nursery School, I puzzle my Deputy head when he found out, he didn't think it was the sort of thing I'd do. So that was fun, we had a good talk abotu what I might do, i said if i was going to go into teaching I would so it at scoundary level or A level, he asked me whether I had considered a career in teaching.
I'm not sure, not if its anything like what i had to do the first three years of secoundary school in ict.......
But meh, I'm looking forwad to it, little children are a lot less complicated than people my age. I just hope its not raining as badly again, I'm so cold!!!!
There was a time when we expected nothing of our children but obedience, as opposed to the present, when we expect everything of them but obedience.
Anatole Boyard
Auditions went well, speant the first hour doing warm up exercises, with Mr H. putting the emphasis on physicality rather than on the words, which is good, but without understanding what the words mean the physicality is hard to do. Meh well....
Then we went of for about half an hour and prepared an audition piece from the extracts he had given. I did a piece with Olivia, Feste and Malvolio.
We then had a short break, after which we prepared a second peice.
I read for Maria, which was great fun, I was the only one who put in the flirting with Sir Toby Belch.
The return journey was .... interesting. 5 miles in the pouring rain..... I'm still cold.
I start work experience tomorrow. Homerton Nursery School, I puzzle my Deputy head when he found out, he didn't think it was the sort of thing I'd do. So that was fun, we had a good talk abotu what I might do, i said if i was going to go into teaching I would so it at scoundary level or A level, he asked me whether I had considered a career in teaching.
I'm not sure, not if its anything like what i had to do the first three years of secoundary school in ict.......
But meh, I'm looking forwad to it, little children are a lot less complicated than people my age. I just hope its not raining as badly again, I'm so cold!!!!
There was a time when we expected nothing of our children but obedience, as opposed to the present, when we expect everything of them but obedience.
Anatole Boyard
12 May 2007
European Politics....
After having spent an 'enjoyable' evening with my sisters whatching the Eurovision Song contest, one would expect that I would follow it with my views about it.
However I feel that my elder sister's (ruth's) soon to be written post detailing our comments throughout, highly edited I hope! will be posted soon, and i feel that she can do our conversation better justice (and she has the notes!).
I would like to point out a few things though : 1) Israel is not part of Europe..... **looks confused**
2) Why dont they show us the Eurovision Song Contest when they are trying to teach us about European politics......
Finally, i would just like to say, most of the conversations took place when my little sister was out of the room! She can corrupt herself on her own....
However I feel that my elder sister's (ruth's) soon to be written post detailing our comments throughout, highly edited I hope! will be posted soon, and i feel that she can do our conversation better justice (and she has the notes!).
I would like to point out a few things though : 1) Israel is not part of Europe..... **looks confused**
2) Why dont they show us the Eurovision Song Contest when they are trying to teach us about European politics......
Finally, i would just like to say, most of the conversations took place when my little sister was out of the room! She can corrupt herself on her own....
02 May 2007
Hmm....
Still not convinced that anyone actually reads this but hey! I will carry on posting anyway, i have little else to do.
Well, the 23rd of March brought me to my 15th year on this earth, erm.... my fifteenth year anywhere actually........ And with it an envelope from my local doctors cordially inviting me for a meeting to dicuss my wellbeing and stick a needle in my arm.
And after a month and a bit of procrastinating, forgetting and procrastinating some more I went along to the sugery for the afformentioned meeting.
Met with a very nice practice nurse, who proceeded to ask me questions: had I slept with anyone (no), taken illegal drugs (never had the opportunity :( :P), smoked (no-asthmatic), had alcohol (yes but not in excess, my parents were there!!!), and whether i ate properly(erm, yes, of course.......)
She then proceeded to give me "necessary" injection, now, you must understand, i dont dislike the needle part, I'm so used to it that I dont mind, no, what I hate is after the injection, the annoying ache in my arm that prevents me from playing my xylophone, or raising my arm, or knocking agains anything without wincing in pain.
Then weighed me: I've lost 3.8 (whatever they measure it in) since i was last weighed!
And measured my height: 5'4"
so that about covers it, sorry to anyone that does actually read this, im bored and have nothing else to do, and nothing else has happened to me!
Well apart from my art exam today, which went ok, i didn't finish, which is good because i have a further 5 hours to finish off my piece, and only about 1/2 an hours work to do! I speant most of the last hour decorating the tape which is holding my paper to the bored with pretty patterns in gold pen.
Tonight, im off for tea with my youth leader in about an hour, and then babysitting, should give me a chance to finish my biology, meh, i hate stats, and i have no one to ask if i get stuck.......... The people i would ask are: a)at school only on mobile contact
b)at bible study
c) oo, no dad's around, il ask him!!!
anyway, this is the end of a (slightly) random post.
Quote:
The greater our awareness of intentions, the greater our freedom to choose. --Gil Fronsdal
Well, the 23rd of March brought me to my 15th year on this earth, erm.... my fifteenth year anywhere actually........ And with it an envelope from my local doctors cordially inviting me for a meeting to dicuss my wellbeing and stick a needle in my arm.
And after a month and a bit of procrastinating, forgetting and procrastinating some more I went along to the sugery for the afformentioned meeting.
Met with a very nice practice nurse, who proceeded to ask me questions: had I slept with anyone (no), taken illegal drugs (never had the opportunity :( :P), smoked (no-asthmatic), had alcohol (yes but not in excess, my parents were there!!!), and whether i ate properly(erm, yes, of course.......)
She then proceeded to give me "necessary" injection, now, you must understand, i dont dislike the needle part, I'm so used to it that I dont mind, no, what I hate is after the injection, the annoying ache in my arm that prevents me from playing my xylophone, or raising my arm, or knocking agains anything without wincing in pain.
Then weighed me: I've lost 3.8 (whatever they measure it in) since i was last weighed!
And measured my height: 5'4"
so that about covers it, sorry to anyone that does actually read this, im bored and have nothing else to do, and nothing else has happened to me!
Well apart from my art exam today, which went ok, i didn't finish, which is good because i have a further 5 hours to finish off my piece, and only about 1/2 an hours work to do! I speant most of the last hour decorating the tape which is holding my paper to the bored with pretty patterns in gold pen.
Tonight, im off for tea with my youth leader in about an hour, and then babysitting, should give me a chance to finish my biology, meh, i hate stats, and i have no one to ask if i get stuck.......... The people i would ask are: a)at school only on mobile contact
b)at bible study
c) oo, no dad's around, il ask him!!!
anyway, this is the end of a (slightly) random post.
Quote:
The greater our awareness of intentions, the greater our freedom to choose. --Gil Fronsdal
30 April 2007
Kestrels!!!!
Heya Everyone, I apologise to whoever actually reads this for not updating, i keep meaning to then forgetting!!!
Anyway, last time you heard i was just about to go on kestrels, so it seems a good place to start would be there.
So.... KEstrels.
Well we started the week well, i was on a Hustler, Hustler 4 to be precise, lovely first sail, which included Chris Witham, our illustrious mate, ramming her onto a bank and getting her throughly stuck in the mud!!! Eventually got a tug off from the cruiser and it was back to Buttifants for dinner with high fives all round for excellent 'team bonding' which was of course why we had crashed in the first place.
Sunday was also good, sailed down to potter, excellent steering through the bridge by me, of course. A nice peaceful day, tacking along medow dyke, it took us 1 hour 23 minutes and 3 seconds, not that we were counting or anything, to get through. Had a quick sail and then into horsey for tea. Of course, that evening we went to church, met up with those lazy lot from B, and had a jolly olf sing-song!
It was monday that the trouble started, all but about 11 of the cruise went off to see the seals on the beach, but two boat loads stayed behind. So me, ruth, sasha and vicky, set off on tarn, leaving behind our beloved hustler to sail to hickling for a carefree day of fun. Or so we thought..... little did we know that we would not see Hustler again for a very long time!
So after a quiet morning, running races to parts of the boat, turnign tight circles round posts our amazing skipper (Vicky) had not noticed, and setting scarves afloat, in washing up bowls (girls boat) without anything to keep it afloat (guys boat), we decided to morr up at Hickling for a much needed bite to eat and quiet time.
After having eaten, bibled and visited the toilets, we made ready to set off for further fun sailing, and a quanting lesson for me. But of course, ti didnt all go to plan, the boys went off fine, but as we raised the sail and vicky sweated the throat (made sure the sail was up high enough) we heard an ominous ripping sound, sure enough, we looked up and there was a lovely long gash in our sail. Well, we took it down, phoned colin, who was on a lunch break but we were told he would be back soon, and would bring a new sail. Then vicky rang neil, explained about the problem, and said she was worried because tris had signed for the boat and he was back at horsey. The conversation I'm told, went soemthing like this:
Neil: Ah, dont worry, I know exactly where tris is
Vicky: Ok
Neil: He's on N.... (radom place i cant remember the name of)
Vicky: Ok
Neil: No, ON N.......
Vicky: Ah, what happened
Neil: HE put a hole in your boat
Vicky: Ah.
So having hung up the phone, and recounted the tale, we set about waiting for Colin to arrive with said new sail. He arrived about an hour later, me having had time to wash ruthie's hair before he did, put a new sail on the boat and we set off, back home. Motoring because we were already late. Unfortunately our engine gave out, right at the beginning of medow dyke. So it was once again time to begin the long tack down it.
It was on crossing Horsey Mere, that we finally realised the extent of the fate that had befallen our sweet hustler 4. For we saw her crossing in the opposite direction to us, an electric bilge pump on the back to keep her afloat. Indeed, they had actually sunk our boat!
We arrived back at horsey about 5:30 and found a new hustler in our old ones place, food on Leda for us and lots of hugs and sympathy. But all this could not mend in our hearts the gap left by the fate of hustler 4.
Tuesday: We sailed to back to Buttifants, not much happened apart from Chris evilly trying to tip both me and james off the cabin roof, where we had been forced to, as there was not enough space in the well for all 5 of us. Got in to buttifants early, and consequently were first in for the showers. Ah.... showers! We also paid a visit to Hustler, who was in the Hunters shed, being fixed. Witham has the pictures or i would show you all. And went back to our boats to have tea.
Wednesday was the day of the great swaps. Many people moved around and i ended up on Bure Classic with rachel, Mary and Richard. We got to Ludham, and decided to shoot the bridge, which we did, although not quite as planned. For, having strung up their teatowels on the burgie hallyard, they had got caught not only in the peak hallyard but also in the furled jib, so when it came to bringing the mast down, we were stuck. Richard bravely lept to try to untangle it all so the jib and forestay would come down and consequently the mast, completely forgetting that the forestay to which he had been holding, was keeping the mast up. Ker-plunk! down the mast fell, narrowly missing rachel's head, and being spectacularly caught by Mary. We made it through the bridge with no further problems. But after.... well, Richard was quanting while mary sorted the tea towels, but she was unable to get the knots untied, so he gave me the quatpole said "here you quant" and lept to help her. Unfortunately, I've never been taught how, and this, combined with the fact that the river was especially deep made the experience interesting. We made it to how hill nice and early, had lunch on leda, and speant the afternoon playing games and generally having fun! In the evening there was a film for those who wanted it, but i speant a lovely evening watching clouds and discussing pretty much everything with John.
Thursday we spent the day on barton broad, wet into Herrings hole for lunch, and moored up at Gay's Staithe early so that people could watch the other half of the film. ME and john did bible study and helped mary cook, then went to the cruiser for logs and shanties. And of course then to bed.
Friday dawned bright and early, literally, the leaders quanted all the boats out into the middle of Barton Broad, whilst we were still asleep! for a dawn Good Friday service, in protest to this my night boat all went in out pajama's.
Speant the morning sailing the Fish, neils dighy, with josh, which was great fun, took us a while to get the boat balanced so she didnt gybe. and on one tack i decided to beach her, literally, she came up out of the water. But apart from that we got to ludham bridge fine, took down the mast and i paddled her through, while josh steered. Sailed on hustler 2 from the bridge until lunch, and speant lunchtime sailing on the fish again with john. We sailed her backwards, and then with the spinnaker up!!! twas lots and lots of fun!
Arrived back at buttifants and comenced sorting the boat and packing. :(
Saturday: Well, up until train time we packed up the boats, said tearful goodbyes to everyone, and generally had fun. The train journey home went well, i changed trains without any trouble, and the boredom of the 50 minute wait for the train was alleviated by the unexpected arrival or James on the platform. I got to my aunts house with no trouble, and once again breathed a sigh of relief at being able to ahve a shower!!!
So there we have it, an extra long post, but blame john! It was a great week, did lots of good bible stuff, and had lots of fun!!! Cant wait till enxt year!!!
Anyway, last time you heard i was just about to go on kestrels, so it seems a good place to start would be there.
So.... KEstrels.
Well we started the week well, i was on a Hustler, Hustler 4 to be precise, lovely first sail, which included Chris Witham, our illustrious mate, ramming her onto a bank and getting her throughly stuck in the mud!!! Eventually got a tug off from the cruiser and it was back to Buttifants for dinner with high fives all round for excellent 'team bonding' which was of course why we had crashed in the first place.
Sunday was also good, sailed down to potter, excellent steering through the bridge by me, of course. A nice peaceful day, tacking along medow dyke, it took us 1 hour 23 minutes and 3 seconds, not that we were counting or anything, to get through. Had a quick sail and then into horsey for tea. Of course, that evening we went to church, met up with those lazy lot from B, and had a jolly olf sing-song!
It was monday that the trouble started, all but about 11 of the cruise went off to see the seals on the beach, but two boat loads stayed behind. So me, ruth, sasha and vicky, set off on tarn, leaving behind our beloved hustler to sail to hickling for a carefree day of fun. Or so we thought..... little did we know that we would not see Hustler again for a very long time!
So after a quiet morning, running races to parts of the boat, turnign tight circles round posts our amazing skipper (Vicky) had not noticed, and setting scarves afloat, in washing up bowls (girls boat) without anything to keep it afloat (guys boat), we decided to morr up at Hickling for a much needed bite to eat and quiet time.
After having eaten, bibled and visited the toilets, we made ready to set off for further fun sailing, and a quanting lesson for me. But of course, ti didnt all go to plan, the boys went off fine, but as we raised the sail and vicky sweated the throat (made sure the sail was up high enough) we heard an ominous ripping sound, sure enough, we looked up and there was a lovely long gash in our sail. Well, we took it down, phoned colin, who was on a lunch break but we were told he would be back soon, and would bring a new sail. Then vicky rang neil, explained about the problem, and said she was worried because tris had signed for the boat and he was back at horsey. The conversation I'm told, went soemthing like this:
Neil: Ah, dont worry, I know exactly where tris is
Vicky: Ok
Neil: He's on N.... (radom place i cant remember the name of)
Vicky: Ok
Neil: No, ON N.......
Vicky: Ah, what happened
Neil: HE put a hole in your boat
Vicky: Ah.
So having hung up the phone, and recounted the tale, we set about waiting for Colin to arrive with said new sail. He arrived about an hour later, me having had time to wash ruthie's hair before he did, put a new sail on the boat and we set off, back home. Motoring because we were already late. Unfortunately our engine gave out, right at the beginning of medow dyke. So it was once again time to begin the long tack down it.
It was on crossing Horsey Mere, that we finally realised the extent of the fate that had befallen our sweet hustler 4. For we saw her crossing in the opposite direction to us, an electric bilge pump on the back to keep her afloat. Indeed, they had actually sunk our boat!
We arrived back at horsey about 5:30 and found a new hustler in our old ones place, food on Leda for us and lots of hugs and sympathy. But all this could not mend in our hearts the gap left by the fate of hustler 4.
Tuesday: We sailed to back to Buttifants, not much happened apart from Chris evilly trying to tip both me and james off the cabin roof, where we had been forced to, as there was not enough space in the well for all 5 of us. Got in to buttifants early, and consequently were first in for the showers. Ah.... showers! We also paid a visit to Hustler, who was in the Hunters shed, being fixed. Witham has the pictures or i would show you all. And went back to our boats to have tea.
Wednesday was the day of the great swaps. Many people moved around and i ended up on Bure Classic with rachel, Mary and Richard. We got to Ludham, and decided to shoot the bridge, which we did, although not quite as planned. For, having strung up their teatowels on the burgie hallyard, they had got caught not only in the peak hallyard but also in the furled jib, so when it came to bringing the mast down, we were stuck. Richard bravely lept to try to untangle it all so the jib and forestay would come down and consequently the mast, completely forgetting that the forestay to which he had been holding, was keeping the mast up. Ker-plunk! down the mast fell, narrowly missing rachel's head, and being spectacularly caught by Mary. We made it through the bridge with no further problems. But after.... well, Richard was quanting while mary sorted the tea towels, but she was unable to get the knots untied, so he gave me the quatpole said "here you quant" and lept to help her. Unfortunately, I've never been taught how, and this, combined with the fact that the river was especially deep made the experience interesting. We made it to how hill nice and early, had lunch on leda, and speant the afternoon playing games and generally having fun! In the evening there was a film for those who wanted it, but i speant a lovely evening watching clouds and discussing pretty much everything with John.
Thursday we spent the day on barton broad, wet into Herrings hole for lunch, and moored up at Gay's Staithe early so that people could watch the other half of the film. ME and john did bible study and helped mary cook, then went to the cruiser for logs and shanties. And of course then to bed.
Friday dawned bright and early, literally, the leaders quanted all the boats out into the middle of Barton Broad, whilst we were still asleep! for a dawn Good Friday service, in protest to this my night boat all went in out pajama's.
Speant the morning sailing the Fish, neils dighy, with josh, which was great fun, took us a while to get the boat balanced so she didnt gybe. and on one tack i decided to beach her, literally, she came up out of the water. But apart from that we got to ludham bridge fine, took down the mast and i paddled her through, while josh steered. Sailed on hustler 2 from the bridge until lunch, and speant lunchtime sailing on the fish again with john. We sailed her backwards, and then with the spinnaker up!!! twas lots and lots of fun!
Arrived back at buttifants and comenced sorting the boat and packing. :(
Saturday: Well, up until train time we packed up the boats, said tearful goodbyes to everyone, and generally had fun. The train journey home went well, i changed trains without any trouble, and the boredom of the 50 minute wait for the train was alleviated by the unexpected arrival or James on the platform. I got to my aunts house with no trouble, and once again breathed a sigh of relief at being able to ahve a shower!!!
So there we have it, an extra long post, but blame john! It was a great week, did lots of good bible stuff, and had lots of fun!!! Cant wait till enxt year!!!
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