Michael was tipped of by Liz about a group swim yesterday from Granchester Meadow to Newnham. About 15 of us walked to Grantchester (in bare feet) dodging the cow pats as we went. Group photo at the Meadow close to the tearooms before a bold dive in to the river. Lovely weather and warm clear water. The weed has grown rather tall and at times it was hard to swim through. Becky was up front in her turquoise swim cap. Swim took about 50 mins, and we were chilly when we got out. Got a nice fire going at the Riverbank Club and dragged out our wine and picnics. Stayed chatting until about 9. I don’t know where the time went.
Michael and I went to see Under Milk Wood at the ADC Theatre last night, produced by Bawds.
This is one of my favourite plays and Bawds did a good job of the production. They brought a good level of action onto stage, and dramatised the dialogue well. The lead cast were great: Mrs Pugh—Rosemary Eason, Waldo—Guy Holmes, Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard—Meg Dixon, Mrs Beynon—Christine Easterfield, Nogood boyo—Tim Gifford and Polly Garter—Lindsey McAuley. It was also good to see a colleague, Fran Bourgoyne, on stage as Gossamer Beynon, with one if the more poetic lines: “Call me Delores, like they do in the stories” (with a Welsh accent). The stage production was notably bawdier in production since the famous 1950’s radio play—no surprise really, times have changed.
From the ADC Web Site:
‘Come closer now …’
Join us for a spring day in Llareggub. Dylan Thomas’s much-loved play invites us into the village where the shop sells everything—custard, buckets, henna, rat-traps—where Mr Waldo sleeps in his little pink-eyed cottage with a milk stout and a slice of cold bread pudding under his pillow, and where a cast of colourful but instantly recognisable characters is waiting to meet us—Captain Cat, lovely Polly Garter, Organ Morgan, the formidable Mrs Ogmore-Pritchard, Mrs Dai Bread Two, lolling gaudy at the doorway…
The Sunday Times called Under Milk Wood ‘beautiful, bawdy, affectionate, reckless and deeply original’. The Reverend Eli Jenkins calls it ‘a greenleaved sermon on the innocence of men’. It is, by turns, funny, touching, fanciful and true.
Made me laugh after our trip to Wales—
On Saturday we spent a baking day at Henley for the Royal Regatta, with Dawn, Chris and Emma. Michael and I took the train in from Reading and the other brought a lovely picnic int he car. We spent the day wandering around the Stewards’ Enclosure, and picnicking between racing in the field opposite. Met Peter and Simon for a chat, and recognised a few more people than I was expecting. The Pimms seemed lovelier than I remembered! It must have been the atmosphere. We spent quite a bit of the time in the viewing stand to try to stick to some shade—the sun was fierce. Didn’t manage to walk up to the start of the racing; but we did manage to stroll down to the end—it was a lazy day!
On Sunday we met for a remembrance ceremony for Michael’s dad, John, who went to Henley every year. His brother Peter arranged a lovely brunch at the Red Lion hotel, with champagne and a full English Breakfast, which was very nice indeed, We were in the Stewards’ Enclosure and int he town in general before the crowds and with the fantastic weather, Henley was a dream on a Sunday morning.
On the drive back to Bicester we stopped at a pub recommended in the CAMRA Good Beer Guide, the Moon and Sixpence in Tintern. Lots of ramps and steps for Elisabeth, but an interesting pub and good food. The views over the Wye were over a road, and so not quite as picturesque as we imagined. There is a waterfall in the pub which was fun (I’m imagining it’s fed from the hillside into which the pub was build, but’s that the romantic view).
The cloud was sitting over St David’s all day yesterday and it was pretty miserable. There was a break about 5pm and Michael and I grabbed the opportunity to walk from Caerfai Beach along the coast path to St Non’s Chapel. Lovely scenery along the path and the little modern chapel was interesting, with stained glass windows of St Non (mother of St David) and St David. Also on the site is an old spring, with a stone build housing and rather out-of-place shrine to the Virgin Mary close by. I had a drink out the well (a little put off by all the corroding coins in the well) and then we washed our feet in it (may work wonders, who knows, but it certainly got the mud off). The old chapel, built on the site where St David was born is little more than three low walls, but is in a great location.
Great clean air on the coast—beautiful lichen and a large variety of flowers.
Made a light supper and watched Avatar, a birthday present from Christine. The film was brilliant overall, exciting and full of action.