Golfer, Gift and Gymnopodie

19 Aug

My choir, The Suitcase Singers, had our first sing together in the Zed Shed, Penryn,  in 18 months. We had just finished singing “Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher”, when a quite emotional stranger appeared at the door. He explained that he was ‘golfing’ from John O’Groats to Land’s End and had just hit a low point. Then, while having a coffee at Muddy Beach, he had heard us singing and just had to come up to tell us how it had lifted his spirits. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house! This is a link to his remarkable story and his Just Giving page in case you are moved to support him too. David Sullivan is raising money to provide defibrillators all over the country. It was a very special moment for all of us too.

Another lovely moment today was when I went to the allotment to collect our veg for tonight’s dinner and there on our plot was this glorious bright orange squash, a Potimarron, a gift from friends on another plot. What a beauty!  Looking it up I discovered that  Le potimarron est une variété de potiron qui se distingue par son goût de châtaigne. I’m told too that it makes a delicious soup so guess what I shall be doing tomorrow. Thank you very much to S&M.

As I was starting to write this post this evening, a favourite piece of music came on the radio and I thought I would share it with you. Eric Satie Gympopodie


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4 responses to “Golfer, Gift and Gymnopodie

  1. commonprose

    August 20, 2021 at 3:53 pm

    Lovely colored squash. It looks like a pumpkin. Never heard of a Potimarron or a breadnut. How was the soup?

    • mybeautfulthings

      August 20, 2021 at 6:06 pm

      Decided not to make soup yet as read that the squash needs 7-10 days to finish ripening after harvest – and I need to collect some more pint pots to freeze in. I think it will make a lot of soup! 🙂

  2. snoakes7001

    August 19, 2021 at 8:54 pm

    Enjoy your soup!

  3. calvin

    August 19, 2021 at 8:15 pm

    Good golly, Golfer with a capital ‘G’. An applause for the Golfer from me with a little ‘m’.


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