I used to go into retirement homes to talk about poetry, and I was often asked to read aloud some of the old favourites which people had learned when they were young. These familiar poems were much appreciated, so I have decided to make a few recordings of my own favourite poems, and those poems asked for by others. If you have a favourite poem let me know in the comments, below. This week, 'Jabberwocky' by Lewis Caroll
Hi old friends and new, and our new friends this week are, Lou and Lee who are 'mine hosts' at the Cock Inn, Birdwell.
Once we realised that the pub at the bottom of our road had opened, we were there like a shot, (no pun intended). So much for our conversation about not going back to pubs and sticking to our own little garden shed-bar. There is no way we are going to spend the rest of our lives in our back garden. We are well and truly 'out'!
And what joy it was. Our first foray was on Wednesday afternoon, the sun was shining so off we went. We were met by Lee, who pointed out the 'log in' poster at the entrance to the beer garden. Now, I know I've a soft spot for tall, dark, handsome young men, but putting that aside, he's a smashing bloke, who made us feel welcome the minute we set foot in the car park. It wasn't long before Lou came over for a chat and we were filled with the joy of conversation. Yes, conversation, not on the phone, not on a WatsApp video call, not, box to box Zoom, a real, live, person to person conversation that was more than a 'hello, how are you?' as you pass fellow walkers in the street.
So, cum Friday, and blessed with dry weather, I put on an extra layer (i.e. me vest) and a bit of lippy and headed off for the Cock Inn once more. This time with the intention of making our shedcast while taking in the reality of the new, Covid world. I can tell you, for me, it was quite an emotional hour. My memory went all to pot at the realisation that life has picked up a pace.
Or was it the Prosecco? Whichever, I think more vitamin B12 is called for.
A big thanks to, Lou and Lee and Jen for being there, just as David and I were hitting the edge of the insanity of solitude. Enough said, here is the little Shedcast we made while taking in the wonderful atmosphere of the Cock Inn, Birdwell:
And here is my painting of the week - Rave, following the first post Covid Rave which was held last week as an experiment to see if such a gathering is once again safe.
A bit of family history came our way last week. These wonderful photographs and newspaper report about the Shorrocks, David's mother's side of the family. David's granddad was, John (known as Jack) Shorrock. This is a very special picture, Granddad, Jack, is the man with his hat in his hand.
Our week would not be complete without a walk into the countryside. This is our, in search of bluebells jaunt in between the showers:
And, bringing a smile, The Fairy Grove, created to entertain I'm sure:
So, that's us for another week, I hope the weather picks up, but I suspect the outside table may have to be inside for the next few days. It's raining!
Bye for now, lovely people, keep safe and keep smiling!
Just for fun I thought I would record some of my favourite poetry. And where better to do that than in the shed. This one has stuck from childhood, it really is a fabulous poem.
