Aldeburgh HighTide Festival, Sept 2015
Hadn’t been to Aldeburgh in years. Having tried out the Festival last year at its previous haunt in Halesworth, was anxious to go again. Quality of the work last year was so high and anyway, who wouldn’t want an opportunity to go to Aldeburgh?! Further excuse came in the shape of dear swimming friend, Judy, who has a house not far away, near Southwold. and was generous enough to offer it as a weekend stay. Gorgeous it is too. Thanks for some splendid hospitality – as indeed was served out to us by HighTide’s PR in the shape of the inimical Borkowski agency. Thanks to them!
Below, some general pix of my three companions, Judy, Jess and Yvonne, Aldeburgh beach (again!) and despite thunderous weather forecast for the next day, Sunday, enjoying blue skies along the beach at Southwold along with other hearties from the great British public. Judy, ever bold, nothing daunted, even enjoyed a dip afterwards declaring it one of the best of the year. I wished I’d been braver. Brought my cossie, just in case, but cried off at the last moment. what a wimp!
Southwold seaside, like so many south of England beaches a throw-back in time; deck chairs, beach huts, a stroll along the pier, fish ‘n chips. The travails of modern life slip away…
Once upon a time, a very long time ago I lived in a hospital, The Coppice, in Nottingham.
It was a smallish mental hospital run by my father. Keith Woddis (formerly Gideon Mordecai).Now it has become this
I get such a funny feeling looking at this spot where there used to be a bowling green for the patients and a clock golf green where I played.
The centre building is where we had our lodgings, my father, mother, my brother Paul and I. All so strange. 65 years ago.
Life moves on. One’s memories remain in aspic.
Oh to be in England now that summer’s here.
Barb Jungr: British diva extraordinaire
Summer time in London…
If you haven’t encountered Barb Jungr in the past decade or two, then you’ve been missing out on a singer and someone very special – a chanteuse in the European tradition, who hails from Rochdale in Lancashire but whose spirit roams the world. Continue reading
Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty at the V&A
Wow! what an exhibition, what an amazing talent, what an unsettling world the curators of this tribute to the enfant terrible of British fashion have brought to the V&A. Continue reading
The title of Kate Adie’s collection of this week’s reports from Our Own Correspondent highlighting the awful, inevitable relevance of the Greek classics to our current day. Excellent reports, especially from Athens and Beirut’s performance of Antigone by women of the Shatial refugee camp.