The Perthi Kov team have all been hard at it today, costume schedules, character discussions, poster making and programme designing – just brilliant and I want to record my thanks to the team making this happen. They know who they are. The flyers are ready for printing too.
We had supper at The Blue Bar this evening and then had a walk on the beach at Porthtowan. We spotted a handprint that suggested someone was doing cartwheels earlier in the evening. I used to love cartwheeling across the beach!
Once again, so tired last night that I forgot to press Publish – so here is yesterday’s post, a little late!
On one of our routes into town we pass a little stream.
Coming home there were lots of delicate Dandelion clocks. I loved this one especially, in the midst of wild Forget-me-nots.
The following poem by Dick Davis, has a metaphor which recalls for me the days when our four children woke up early – now, joy of joys, when the Grandchildren come to stay, it is they who crawl into bed with us and it isn’t a matter of ‘giving up’ but of relishing the moment! Here, I feel Davis’ simile has become those awful thoughts that intrude the moment one wakes to consciousness when the ‘mess’ of reality hits with a wallop.
6 A.M. Thoughts
As soon as you wake they come blundering in Like puppies or importunate children; What was a landscape emerging from mist Becomes at once a disordered garden.
And the mess they trail with them! Embarrassments, Anger, lust, fear–in fact the whole pig-pen; And who’ll clean it up? No hope for sleep now– Just heave yourself out, make the tea, and give in.