A full-on August!

This month has just flown past! We have been so busy and our calendar has been choc-a-block full. Some of this was planned, but some events especially towards the end of the month came completely out of the blue. So, here I go…

We started the month with a trip to Talkin Tarn in the evening to watch another great outdoor theatre performance of Hamlet. This time, it was done by one of our favourite theatre groups, The Pantaloons, and once again it was really good. This was our second outdoor Shakespeare in so many weeks and although the weather was not as balmy as the Cambridge one, it did stay fine and we did not need too many layers, which is unusual for Talkin Tarn! The performance itself was really good…Hamlet done by four actors taking lots of different parts…and yes, they all did die in the end…except Horatio of course who needs to do the epilogue!!

We followed that up the next week with an overnight stay in The Lakes. Geoff had wanted to see an art exhibition about The Trees of Cumbria (if you have been following this blog for a while you will know that Geoff loves trees!) which was on at Brantwood House near Coniston. There was also another exhibition there, featuring watercolours of birds which I wanted to see, and although it is possible to do that trip and get back home in a day, we decided to stay overnight nearby instead and not have to rush. We took our time driving down and had a lovely picnic at Tarn Hows…somewhere I had not been to before and which is very beautiful. Both of the exhibitions were fantastic and we really enjoyed them. We stayed in nearby Grizebeck, at a pub…which was an experience! It turned out that the owners were not in residence (they had been called away unexpectedly on a family matter) and some friends were trying very hard to run the pub in their absence. They were coping quite well, but it was very busy and they soon ran out of food for evening meals. We did get something to eat eventually and then retired to our room to watch TV…only to find that we couldn’t, as it ran on WiFi and the signal was dreadful! Early night for us then. Next morning was like the Marie Celeste with no-one anywhere to be seen and no breakfast on offer! We had to leave the key and depart, driving along to the next village for breakfast…at a real “hipster” café, where my very expensive bacon sandwich had doorstep sized sourdough bread slices which frankly were difficult to eat! However, we took the advantage of being so far down in the Lake District to meet up with our son Matthew and the grandchildren for lunch near Carnforth, at our usual spot and had a great time with them before driving back home.

We continued our very “arty” exploits during the next week with a visit to the annual local artists exhibition in the Fratery, at the Cathedral in Carlisle which again we really enjoyed. We also had another trip to the theatre (this time indoors) to see Noel Coward’s Present Laughter at the West Walls theatre in Carlisle which we also liked very much. Geoff went to see The Marriage of Figaro performed by Cumbria Opera in Penrith one evening too, taking our friend Mike with him. Geoff has discovered that he really likes opera (I do not!) and so is always keen to find willing companions to take with him. He thinks Mike enjoyed it but he wasn’t totally convinced! Hazel and I had a very good evening in Carlisle too attending a book launch evening for Mike (M.W.) Craven’s new book. I have loved all his `Poe and Tilly` books for ages and have tried many times to get tickets for his talks without success, until now. We both really enjoyed the evening listening to his funny anecdotes…and yes, of course we bought the book!

Our normal activities have taken place as usual this month. My appointment at the eye clinic was a bit disappointing as the progress that had been shown on my last visit, had gone backwards again and I had to have injections in both eyes again. I suspect this condition I have, is never going to disappear. I have continued with my normal weekly Op shop shifts plus a few more as we are short of volunteers again and cover for holidays is always difficult. I did have one great afternoon though where one lady spent a three-figure sum on various items to help furnish and equip some Air BandB places she owned! We don’t usually get sales like that so it was a real red-letter day! Geoff has also continued with his volunteering at the CYZ in Carlisle and his pickleball sessions as usual. I have done my Talking Newspaper for the Visually Impaired stint this month and as always, found it very difficult to find interesting and cheerful local articles (as requested by the service users) from our local newspapers here in Carlisle! Most of the news here (as worldwide) is not cheerful at the moment I’m afraid and it is very difficult some weeks to find interesting stories.

We have not been out and about to eat on Wednesdays as much as usual this month…we have been too busy with other things and out of routine a bit really. We ate locally in Carlisle once at Sage and Vine (one of our favourites) and we combined a trip to our favourite outdoor swimming pool at Greystoke one day with lunch at a new venue for us, The Sun, in Newton Reigny where we ate in the sunshine in their beer garden by the river. We have been swimming several times at Greystoke this month and have really enjoyed each session. The pool has now closed (it is only open during the summer) which is a shame, but we will be back there next year when it reopens, as we really enjoy swimming there. Geoff also had one other trip out (on his own this time) when he drove our neighbour down to meet up with his family for lunch at T Bay one Saturday. Geoff left them to their family gathering and took his picnic up onto the moors near Shap to find some standing stones he has wanted to visit for ages. This is definitely not my thing and so he is best left alone to do this! The whole trip was deemed a success…Russell enjoyed meeting up with his family and Geoff enjoyed stone hunting! Win win :blush:

Some other random things have been taking up our time too this month. Hazel and Phil have been watching a lot of cricket, both on TV and live. Our little one gets taken along to these matches and seems to love going. Personally, I can’t stand cricket, and fail to see the allure, but each to their own I suppose. Our little one has also just finally left the nursery where she has spent many happy days for several years now. She starts “big” school in a week’s time and is very excited. I suspect that will soon wear off when she realises she has to go every day! Our eldest grandson Ethan, also starts secondary school in September…where does the time go?? We also went as a family to Dalston Agricultural Show a couple of weeks ago and really enjoyed that outing. And at long last my good friends Rose and Robin came to see us in the flat on one of their trips to Brampton…we have never been able to

co-ordinate a visit before, when they have been here. It was lovely to see them and they liked the flat…but as Robin put it… where were the garage and shed?? Where could he put his workshop if ever they decided to downsize like we have done?? That is a dilemma for so many of our friends who are still living in big houses. I am so glad we decided to bite the bullet when we did. Living here in a small flat is not ideal for some things, but is so much easier for our lives now.

This last week has seen us off on our travels yet again…but not too far. We took our two older grandchildren, Ethan and Hadley, for several nights in a mobile home on a holiday park at Silloth. We did this last year and once again it was a great success…if a bit tiring for us! We were joined this time by our little granddaughter too for one night, which was the first time she had spent a night away from her mummy and daddy. She was super excited to be spending time with her big cousins…and I have to say they looked after her so well. They were a bit amazed to see how fearless she is and were a bit shocked when she set off up a climbing wall in the playground! Not to mention being chased all round the swimming pool by a “shark”! They all had a great time though…as did we…but we were very happy also when respective parents arrived to take them home. It’s very tiring looking after three of them…I really don’t know how these grandparents who do it all the time manage. Five days for us…and we were shattered!!

And now here we are going into September…and more fun times ahead. We have exciting things happening in our family atm and we are off to France in a week’s time, all being well, for most of September. We are due to arrive in Nice on the eve of the big protest day in France, so no doubt it will be fun getting to the flat due to strikes on that day. Hey Ho! I have a few days before we depart to get all the last-minute stuff done before we go, and I must get on with that, so I’ll finish now. The next blog post will be from a sunny (we hope) Cote d`Azur :blush:

A bientot mes amis…

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Speaking as one, shock horror, who has never been to see a Shakespeare play but has obviously been schooled in them, at school of course, I shouted out loud (because living on your own you can say and shout as much as you like, just for the hell of it, sometimes I shout ‘lets hear it for Netanyahoo and the Donald’, alien to my thoughts of course but they can’t touch you for it) ‘Spoiler Alert’ when you revealed all about Hamlet. :astonished_face:

Only joking about living alone of course, I share with Jules the Beauceronne, but he is rapidly catching me in age and is very understanding. :laughing:

Haven’t had much theatregoing in my own life, the only one that sticks in memory was when a much loved spinster cousin once removed took me to an amateur production of The Rainmaker. I did enjoy it but couldn’t understand why they were all shouting. No funds for microphones I suppose. She was lovely, Ella, without the need to bother with kids or husbands she rose to great heights in the Civil Service and was much travelled to unlikely places with the aid of Saga. I enjoyed the fact that she didn’t act old or arty, though she was both compared to me, but after taking me to see South Pacific she asked me how I liked it. Not a musical fan, in real life people don’t suddenly stop mid sentence and sing at each other, but being well brought up and polite I answered something appreciative, and she stunned me (and taught me a lesson) by saying ‘oh it was alright I suppose but totally unreal with all that singing.’ :rofl: I miss her, she is long gone and was my Mum’s age, in fact she was a teenager with Mum and Paddy, another cousin once removed, but they thought she was a swot and didn’t approve of her seeming disinterest in boys, quite unlike Mum and Paddy (her name was Margaret but had been Paddy all her life due to a childish quick temper apparently, but she always took her godmothership seriously with me). :joy:

After midnight tonight it is Autumn and suddenly very chilly, so best of luck with your decamp to Nice. :wink:

Hi…& thanks for your comment which made me smile! I love the theatre …and Shakespeare…& always have done. In fact I studied speech and drama for a long time when I was young & did a lot of acting myself. I missed being able to go to the theatre so much when we lived in France…the rural Auvergne region is not exactly a hot spot for that kind of activity! I am making up for it now though and loving every minute :slight_smile:

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Bucklet list - do it.

If access to UK is convenient, a good intro would be a production at the Theatre in The Park - Regent’s Park. Ideally, 12th Night because there’s a lot of dodging about in the bushes in the script and lots of bushes to dodge about in at the theatre. An afternoon matinee on a sunny day is ideal.

I once had a gig taking a couple of elderly US matrons to Willie the Shake’s HQ at Stratford. I was massively discombobulated when my clients insisted on leaving after the 1st act on account of getting to bed - in London. They’d paid +/- thousands for the trip … :frowning_face:

I queued from about 4am for tix to ‘Hamlet’ at the Roundhouse in ‘69. Marianne Faithful as Ophelia! I learned later that she was shooting up backstage beetween scenes. Ideal for the suicide scenes. It was a wonderful production, for all that. Keith Michell as Hamlet.

The other side of the US early leavers was a gig with a group of ladies from Atlanta, GA. We were booked to see a show at The Minack Theatre, cut into the cliffs in Cornwall, looking very much like a miniture Greek/Roman theatre.

It was a miserable day. A thick mizzle. The theatre told me that if the audience showed up, the show would go on.

My ladies were made of the right stuff. At their suggestion I bought several metres of plastic sheeting. We sat in the seats, carved out of the granite hillside, in rain gear and our plastic cover end-to-end.

The play was a Greek tragedy - I forget what. [198?] The end of the first act was a soliloquy of supreme emotional and spiritual intensity. We sat there, under out plastic sheet, stunned.

And then, incredibly, a huge shark swam slowly right to left, in the sea beyond the far edge of the stage.

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Hi…thanks for the comment. I agree with the sentiment & thrill of going to see a live performance especially outdoors. The ones we usually go to at Talkin Tarn have the great backdrop of the lake there and are often accompianied by the ducks quacking happily! This was not always appropiate during the performance of Hamlet..but did help to lighten the mood!

Thank you Christine for reminding me of our favourite haunts of years ago… Cumbria, Coniston, Tarn Hows, Carnforth, Penrith.

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Sadly, no longer an option, not a place I want to visit anymore for many reasons, but I did, with my first wife, many years ago visit the Mynach Theatre but at an hour when we were the only ones there, so no performance. At the same time we did find the author, Derek Tangye who lived nearby with his wife and several donkeys. Pat had loved his books and that was definitely on our bucket list. We were entertained in interesting conversation for more than an hour.

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I had no option, I was raised in Stratford-on-Avon.

Minack Theatre? John Le Carré’s nearby cliff side home was for sale recently. A beautiful place but expensive even by Cornish sea view property prices.

I went to the Minack once to see Romeo and Juliet. A lovely experience.

Ohhh…was that a plus or a minus? I have been to see the RSC in Stratford a few times…& always loved it, but I bet when it is on your doorstep it is not such a novelty. I had hoped when we came back to live in the North of England that the RSC would resume its season at the Theatre Royal in newcastle, but alas no :frowning:

You are very welcome…& thanks for the comment. We are so lucky to have chosen to live in Carlisle when we came back from France & have all this beauty on our doorstep. Not to mention my happy childhood haunts in Nothumberland & Scotland too :slight_smile:

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But the weather, Christine. :unamused_face: Given the choice I would retire further west, to the West of Ireland.

But the weather :roll_eyes:

This canicule excepted, where I am now, the truly temperate N. Dordogne with its gentle winters, hardly any snow, and nice warm winds from the SW, is just perfect for me. :joy:

At first a negative but later on I went to the RSC and the Swan (the Other Place) by choice.
It is, I guess the same, in all tourist cities the inhabitants tend to avoid where the tourists go. I have met Americans that have been to Shakespeare’s birth place and Anne Hathaway’s cottage; they are surprised I have not.

Oh yes we do miss the nice weather…but where we used to live we did have very harsh winters too with lots of snow! Unfortunately the heat wave that the rest of the UK suffered from this summer passed Cumbria by! This is why we look forward so much to escaping back to France & our holiday flat on the south coast. There were other issues in our choice of coming to Carlisle (family for one!) & weather apart we don`t regret our choice. I do though still miss France very much & the recent vist of our son & family to where we used to live tugged at my heartstrings very much.

Yes i understand that too. As a child my dad took us on many visits to Hadrians Wall & all the forts along it…& now I never have any desire to go!