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The show by Yskynna started yesterday and I was part of it today – three 20 minute shows a day and free for anyone already in the National Maritime Museum in Falmouth. If you live nearby and have children to entertain this half term, the museum is fabulous and the production a treat!
On our walk later on, we found lots of spiny casings from the Sweet Chestnut tree.
The Rosemary is still very blue and lovely with some seed pods poking through.
The dew stayed on the Kale all day.
I’ve been with The Suitcase Singers tonight at The Maritime Museum rehearsing for a production called Ghost Ships which is going to be playing all the half term holiday next week. I’ll tell you more as the week goes on.
St Piran’s day is tomorrow and there have been parades all over Cornwall today. In Redruth, the rain held off just for the duration of the parade. The theme is both St Piran represented by his flag, black with a white cross, and daffodils. Every local school takes part and the whole event is one of joy.
The start of the Parade with Redruth’s mascot, Tolgus the Lamb leading.
As part of the celebrations, my choir had been asked to sing Cornish songs and though the audience was quite small they were very enthusiastic.
I had to leave the performance early to catch the train to Truro, a train it turned out, which was full of people coming up from Penzance to the Save Our NHS March. There were tens of thousands marching in London and several hundred of us in Truro. This photo was taken at the end as the crowd is beginning to leave.
The world is in such great need of love – we can each do our bit and be willing to practise.
I have finished the two Christmas Tree hats in case the twin Grand-babies arrive earlier than expected! The colours of the stars were chosen by their excited big sister.
Last night The Ingleheart Singers and The Suitcase singers sang carols for the Open Evening at Krowji where all the artists’ studios were open and it was a brilliant evening.
We are having some bitterly cold times and this poem by Ted Hughes came to mind. I just love all the similes. I hope you enjoy it too.
The Warm and the Cold – Ted Hughes
Freezing dusk is closing
Like a slow trap of steel
On trees and roads and hills and all
That can no longer feel.
But the carp is in its depth
Like a planet in its heaven.
And the badger in its bedding
Like a loaf in the oven.
And the butterfly in its mummy
Like a viol in its case.
And the owl in its feathers
Like a doll in its lace.
Freezing dusk has tightened
Like a nut screwed tight
On the starry aeroplane
Of the soaring night.
But the trout is in its hole
Like a chuckle in a sleeper.
The hare strays down the highway
Like a root going deeper.
The snail is dry in the outhouse
Like a seed in a sunflower.
The owl is pale on the gatepost
Like a clock on its tower.
Moonlight freezes the shaggy world
Like a mammoth of ice –
The past and the future
Are the jaws of a steel vice.
But the cod is in the tide-rip
Like a key in a purse.
The deer are on the bare-blown hill
Like smiles on a nurse.
The flies are behind the plaster
Like the lost score of a jig.
Sparrows are in the ivy-clump
Like money in a pig.
Such a frost
The flimsy moon
Has lost her wits.
A star falls.
The sweating farmers
Turn in their sleep
Like oxen on spits.