I don’t know about you, but November came and went with such speed that I keep thinking I’m only half-way through. Here’s a quick recap :
1st/2nd The grandchildren came to stay for one night. We had tea with them all in the afternoon at The Seaside Boarding House in Burton Bradstock, then drove off into the sunset taking the little darlings with us and leaving the parents to enjoy a romantic dinner for two and a night away. The sunsets at the end of October and beginning of November were truly stunning.
This is actually a sunrise not sunset…photo taken by my daughter Emily Rickard (you can find her on pimpyourrental or emilyrickardstylist on Instagram — it’s worth a look)
3rd November The Man and I went to see The Wife at the Electric Palace in Bridport. Good film, good story etc., probably a little overhyped, but then aren’t they all these days? Glenn Close was wonderful but then she looked just like our friend Jan from Bristol, so we were distracted by thinking how much fun it was to see Jan carrying on with Jonathan Pryce, on the big screen. The film is about a writer who receives the Nobel Prize for Literature — but then we learn the truth behind his legendary writing, (The Wife). . .all is not what it seemed.
Sorry that I can’t find a photo of Jan for you to compare…
6th Bridport Film Society (I am on the committee) showed Land of Mine. I had watched it before and saw so much more in it, the second time around, isn’t that often the way? It’s based on a true story, when, in 1945 the Danes used young German POWs to clear the 1.5 million land mines that had been set along the coast. A harrowing but brilliant film.
7th/28th My Wednesday afternoon Laban Dance is back in full swing. Wendy has us dancing with towels — hmm, you may well ask. It’s brilliant actually. We all love following her choreographic ideas, whilst all the time she encourages us to create our own sequences. Wendy bases a lot of the dancing on myths and ancient stories of the Gods.
From the 12th – 16th I went on a Flash Fiction Writing Retreat, run by Amanda Saint from Retreats West and held at Retreats for You in Sheepwash, Devon. It was a brilliant three days of writing, working with other writers under the excellent tutelage of Amanda. We each created at least three pieces of flash fiction per day ready to take home and lick into shape. Some pieces will be put in the bin, some developed and I’ll maybe start a few new ones. I need to have nine stories ready for April 2019, for publication in November 2019. Of course, Amanda will not use all of them but I’m hoping to send her a few that she won’t be able to refuse.
Retreats For You Outside….Happy Writers Inside
19th Almost as soon as I had I returned to Bridport, we had to rush off to Bristol for babysitting duties. Then to Maidenhead to visit our other granddaughter and from there to London, where we spent two nights in the city. I had lunch with an old friend that I hadn’t seen for about 8 years — it was such fun catching up. Fortunately, I remembered that she always wore amazing earrings. Shock horror! I had left my earrings in Bristol so had to borrow a pair. There was no way I could lunch with Sheila without a decent pair of rings in my ears. Do you have friends with great fashion or accessory tastes? Not that I bother to ‘keep up’ with anything it’s just that sometimes one has to stop and think about these things.
My Borrowed Earrings (rather nice I think – thanks step-daughter Jackie)
21st The Man and I went to the Jermyn Street Theatre in London to see Billy Bishop Goes To War. Based on the true story of a fighter pilot from WW1. What a treat that was. The theatre is very small, seating only 60 or so people and the action takes place right in front of your nose. If you need the loo you have to walk across the stage area, but of course you can’t do that when the show is in progress. Charles Aitken played the younger Billy Bishop and Oliver Beamish played the older Billy Bishop. Both actors were honestly superb, creating believable scenes of war in the mud and trenches and in the skies. The staging was brilliantly put together so that the action could take place all over the world without any changes. Hard to explain but it was clever. I cannot wait to go back to this little theatre, what a find.
Left-hand side is the set. Right-hand side. See how close the front row is?
On the 24th November I was asked to judge the Young Farmers’ Entertainment competition. Not knowing what to expect I went with an open mind and full of interest (and full of cold for that matter). It was a great evening, with four clubs taking part, each one giving us a performance for no longer than 30 mins including set-up an take-down. The programme was as follows.
Sturminster Newton YFC – Sturminster Newton’s Got Talent
Sherborne YFC A Night at the Oscars
Marshwood Vale A Day at the Races
Puddletown YFC Puddletown YFC Entertainments
They were all brilliant, I had a good laugh and enjoyed the music and singing. It was difficult to choose a winner but in the end I went for Marshwood Vale. A fast paced and hilarious day at the races. I even forgot my cough and cold for a few hours.
Marshwood Vale winnng group receiving their prize — photo courtesy of them…hope they don’t mind I nicked it off facebook. Your’s Truly is looking a little pleased with herself don’t you think?
I haven’t included every single thing that was in my diary for November, you would have become bored, (perhaps you are anyway) but, we had some lovely dinner dates, a game of cards, a haircut, a writing meeting, among other things and of course The Man did some cycling. All good stuff, culminating with lunch at the Station Kitchen in Bridport on Friday 30th November – my son Thomas’s birthday. He would have been 35, but sadly left us when he was 27. The family never forget his birthday. Most of us can be seen sporting odd socks for the day – a speciality of his. Lunch was good, he would have enjoyed it. Especially the bit where The Man spilt his water all over my lap.
The Station Kitchen decorated out for Christmas. . .and my Sea Bass. Yummy.
And finally a throwback to 1983. . . lovely smiling mummy and son
What was that hair all about Ninette?