”Thank you for my Easter cards”, says Joan, 94, of Penrhyn, as she settles in to watch “The Sound of Music” for the umpteenth time.
Well, she may or may not have, but we did, or at least the last fifty hours of it. One shouldn’t under-estimate the impact of this block-buster at the time. Resident in London as a musical, then a film, it made its way to the provinces and was eagerly looked forward to.
Fifty seven years ago, I drove my parents into central Brum (that in itself was a novelty – first family car, me passed my test, not using the train), parked near the Gaumont cinema, showed our tickets, and settled into damn near armchairs, in its revamped interior. Three hours later we emerged into the September early evening, amazed at having been Todao’d, or Vistavisioned, or whatever., and me totally in love with Liesl and desperate for a girl friend.
Anyway, back to the plot, Joan is in Easter mood and eggs abound.
And cards are displayed (not including late arrivals)
And our thanks to Joan for our Good Friday lunch – an habitual Scampi and Chips, and of course mushy peas.
It takes two to shift this. “This” is a cider mill apple squashing/squishing/juice squeezing wheel.…
Nothing beats an early morning stroll around the garden. https://youtube.com/shorts/jE2BieGdtv4?si=k9thYfmJsd2nue3e
In the wild flower meadow nature has collapsed the daffodils overnight. Slowly, imperceptibly, the daffs…
A Sunday look at the (new) polytunnel. https://youtu.be/X6p4vtDWKS0?si=pYT71mJdimF9mMng
Arguably, the spelling could be correct as it was here last week, and it’s still…