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Concert, Flushing and Last Night’s Full Moon

Fabulous concert and Cornish Cream Tea this afternoon with The Suitcase Singers, singing our hearts out and raising money for our two charities, ShelterBox and The Invictus Trust.

The view across to Flushing from that side of the river is so very lovely and there were swans on the water.

Last night’s full moon was gorgeous, seen through the trees and with an orange glow all around.

 

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Dad’s Book, Singing and A Discovery

A delightful surprise today when a friend rang to say that she had seen a poster for a musical play of one of my Dad’s books! The Fate of Jeremy Visick is to be performed in a couple of weeks and of course, we now have tickets. The book was first adapted by Judith Cook and we all came down from Yorkshire to see the Premiere at The Barbican Theatre in Plymouth in 1990! It is so lovely to know that my Dad’s work is still being appreciated. We love the poster and think Dad would have approved.

Stage Struck and The Fate of Jeremy Visick

Thirteen singers from my two choirs met at the building site that is The Hall for Cornwall to entertain the dignitaries who were being shown around. We sang in the stair-well and the acoustics were brilliant. The audience in their hard hats and hi-vis jackets were very appreciative.

Ingleheart Singers and Suitcase Singers

In the process of the building works, a beautiful gate has been discovered. It was buried inside a wall and dates from before 1914 so is well over 100 years old.  The plans have been altered a little to make sure this discovery is integrated into the new building.

Delightful discovery

 

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Ghost Ships, Busking and Sweet Chestnut

Ghost Ships featuring The Suitcase Singers

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!

After the second show, we went out busking for a while, collecting for our charities – ShelterBox and St Petroc’s.

Some of The Suitcase Singers singing Lower Lights

On our walk later on, we found lots of spiny casings from the Sweet Chestnut tree.

Sweet Chestnut casing

 

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Seed Pods, Kale and Ghost Ships

The Rosemary is still very blue and lovely with some seed pods poking through.

Rosemary

The dew stayed on the Kale all day.

Kale and dewdrops

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.

In the Maritime Museum, Falmouth

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2018 in Cornwall, Photography

 

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St Piran’s Day, Singing and Marching for Our NHS

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.

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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.

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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.

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Love, Bosses and A Warmup 

The world is in such great need of love – we can each do our bit and be willing to practise.

This evening my choirs have sung in a very beautiful building, The Alverton Hotel in Truro which was a convent in a previous life. I loved the bosses on the ceiling.

We did our warmup in The Great Hall, another beautiful room.

 
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Posted by on December 15, 2016 in architecture, Beauty

 

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Baby Hats, Singing and Ted Hughes

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.

Tree hats

Tree hats

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.

Singing for the artists

Singing for the artists

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.

 

 

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