Thursday, September 08, 2016

Magical music…

Folk at the Farm is the label for a series of ad hoc events put on at a farm in Surrey. Sometimes it can be music in the front room, sometimes a mini festival in a field. This was a couple of bands performing in a barn.

The first act was Laurie Gregory and her band, a strong, moving performance of C&W songs, all the more remarkable when I heard she had just recently returned to singing after losing her voice due to cancer.


But however impressive she was we were not prepared for the shear brilliant musicianship of the next band. Assembly Lane is a group of young men, many of who are studying music in Newcastle and they blew us away with their skill and professionalism and a fabulous set of tunes and songs. The two main singers have a very different sound and this brings an extra dimension to their music; one is American with a deep base accented voice; the other British with much higher pitch. This allowed them to get the best out of the American and British folk songs they each sang. 

Any excuse for a party…

we chose as an excuse to gather around at our place for a party. The weather was a bit miserable to start with but brightened up a bit during the afternoon as we enjoyed a meal prepared by Sue and I (mostly Sue of course) of mostly vegetarian dishes for Suniva using produce from our vegetable garden (I did a large chunk of beef on the BBQ to satisfy the committed carnivores amongst the group). The deck in the garden had a table and chairs for us laid out, a brolly alternatively for rain and sun protection, and in the centre of the table was a large ice bucket for the wine and beer that was replaced with a fire pit in the evening once it got a bit cooler. I think every enjoyed themselves and we now have to find a friendly neighbour to accommodate those bottles that couldn’t fit into our recycling bin. 

Island in the sun…

Our summer holiday this year was to join the Whittenburry’s for part of their stay at the Interlude Sunelia holiday camp on Ile de Re just off La Rochelle in France. The site was a relatively small arrangement of cabins and free camping with a couple of amenity blocks, and indoor and outdoor pool, bar, restaurant, café and shop and places for the kids to play, a performance stage, petanque (boules) pitches all backing onto the sand dunes the other side of a wonderful large sandy beach. We had a lovely little cabin within shouting distance of the family with a couple of bedrooms (so the boys could have sleep overs), a bathroom and separate toilet and a lounge/dinner that connected to the small but functional kitchen (that even included a half size dishwasher). Outside was a deck where we ate our breakfasts and evening meals.

During the day we explored the area, either staying within walking distance of the cabins at the pool, on the beach (swimming, flying Dave’s kite, rock pooling, and playing French cricket) or walking the sand dunes, or we went out further afield in the car to explore the villages nearby.

The larger of the villages is Sainte Martin de Re, the old town of which is built within the walls of a large star shaped fort and like most villages on the island has its own port. Here is where all the tourist activity is with shops and many different eating and drinking establishments. We came here a few times, to wander around, cycle through, and eat and to watch some music and to wonder at the donkeys dressed in pyjamas.

We also visited La Flotte, Arse en Re and Le Bois Plage en Re while we were there, wandering through the old streets, exploring the wonderful food and craft markets and generally have a good time. One of the highlight visits was to Phare des Beleines where the local Jazz at le Phare was being held in the shadow of the lighthouse.

We had family friendly fun at the markets (food and craft), getting bicycles and riding out to the oyster shack and to see the salt pans and playing on the beaches.

After the family left to drive home, Sue and I went across the bridge to La Rochelle where we had the day to explore the old town with its old port, towers, cathedral and many bars and restaurants.


We enjoyed the warm weather and when we did get a bit of rain we all joined in in a few card games together. All in all it was a very pleasant and enjoyable family holiday, the like of which sue and I rarely partake in these days.

Cows on Parade…

The 2016 Cow Parade was held in Surrey as part of the international charitable event that started in Switzerland and has spread to over 80 cities and towns worldwide. In the last few months there have been 64 cows dotted throughout Surrey in many different places, such as at Gatwick airport, vineyards, National Trust properties, or just by the side of the road in towns and villages nearby. As the craze for collecting Pokémon raged I found myself on a mission to collect pictures of cows and I managed quite a few, however I did not get to see them all as the herd was assembled at the Surrey Hills Food,Drink and Music Festival

On yer bike…

The Prudential Ride London cycle event has become a new tradition for us in Westcott and each year it gets better and better. Since the Olympics they have been making slight changes, to the route and to the facilities on the green. This year we were on part of the route that saw the professional riders loop through our village several times, and on the green was a large screen, impressive facilities for the riders to stop, rest, rehydrate, and fix their bikes with medical care on hand and the local physio also performing massages for those tense muscles. The spectators were also catered for with games to play and food to eat.


Some people don’t like the village being effectively closed for the day, but for us this one day of isolation was more than rewarded by the spectacle of the race. Especially when viewed from the local pub who put on music and food to accompany their beverages. Great fun, and long may it continue.

More of wot I have read…

The Shepherd’s Crown by Terry Pratchett

I have been a fan of Terry Pratchett’s gentle subversive style of writing and it is sad that this will be the final Discworld Novel. I have grown up over the years exploring this world that is a distorted reflection on our own and its myths and customs and even though the young adult level of this book may not provide deep stimulus there are still some important themes explored. Some too that I must admit moved me, though that may be my age as I find myself tearing up more and more as I get older. A good read for the fans of this world and its people.


‘Deep in the Chalk, something is stirring. The owls and foxes can sense it, and Tiffany Aching feels it in her boots. An old enemy is gathering strength.

This is a time of endings and beginnings, old friends and new, a blurring of edges and a shifting of power. Now Tiffany stands between the light and dark, the good and the bad.

As the fairy horde prepares for invasion, Tiffany must summon all the witches to stand with her. To protect the land. Her land.

There will be a reckoning…’




I was attracted to this book by its title, its cover and the Steampunk styled alternative world that it is set in. I loved the way the author twisted the nature of the world and provided an impetus for the change within the narrative. The over the top exotic twists and playfully irreverent treatment of historical heroes was exciting to behold and I thoroughly enjoyed what is billed as the start of the Burton & Swinburne Adventures.


“It is 1861, and Albertian Britain is in the grip of conflicting forces.

Engineers transform the landscape with bigger, faster, noisier and dirtier technological wonders; Eugenicists develop specialist animals to provide unpaid labour; Libertines oppose restrictive and unjust laws and flood the country with propaganda demanding a society based on beauty and creativity; while The Rakes push the boundaries of human behaviour to the limits with magic, sexuality, drugs and anarchy.


Returning from his failed expedition to find the source of the Nile, explorer, linguist, scholar and swordsman Sir Richard Francis Burton finds himself sucked into the perilous depths of this moral and ethical vacuum when the Prime Minster, Lord Palmerston, employs him as “King’s Spy”. His first mission: to investigate the sexual assaults committed by a weird apparition known as Spring Heeled Jack; to find out why chimney sweeps are being kidnapped by half-man, half-dog creatures; and to discover the whereabouts of his badly injured former friend, John Hanning Speke.”

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Altered Plans…

We missed out visiting Andy and Jodie due to family issues, but we used the Friday afternoon we had booked off originally to travel to Shropshire, to visit the RHS Hampton Court Flower show instead. Even though it was an afternoon ticket and on a weekday it was still busy and we ambled around the many gardens, pausing at a few stalls, bars, and tents to take in the sights of the show.


We did manage to spend some time in our own garden on the weekend (planted the wasabi plant bought at Hampton Court). But the main plan was to visit Terry and Gill.

Muck & Bullets…

As a contrast to the refined and well-groomed wedding we have just attended the following day was more informal and messier. On our way home we saw signs for the Capel Military Vehicle Show and we thought we would give it a go. The rain we had had over the last few days and the number of vehicles and visitors had turned the site into a quagmire (putting us somewhat in mind of a battle ground). It is not an enormous show but there a few impressive tanks, trucks, guns and other military paraphernalia around. The highlight for me was a battle re-enactment actually using tanks, armoured cars and field guns along with assault troops with plenty of smoke, explosions and churning mud. 

Friends Crazy Big Wedding…

Friends of ours, Paul and Lorraine, final got hitched after ten years of being together. It was a big affair that was made successful by the assistance of so many people. St James church was where the ceremony was held and special permission had to be obtained from the Archbishop which came on a lovely scroll. It and the tea rooms used for the reception are associated with the Titsey estate where Paul works as a gardener. The owners were very welcoming and supportive. Much of the decorating was done with the assistance of talented friends and the whole place looked transformed into a wonderland. The couple also put on entertainment in the form of a circus act for the kids (big and small) and a disco for the evening. One of Lorraine’s brothers, Ian, organised a caricature artist to sketch people, Paul organised a surprise bagpiper to escort the couple from the church to the house, and there was also a hog roast, a fabulous cake, a late night pizza van and much more. Many of stayed the night at the lovely Lingfield Park.

Being the best man meant I felt buttoned up in the unfamiliar suit and on duty until after my speech, which went down well, when I could relax a little.


Although it all was wonderful and the bride and groom were happy as clams, I was quite glad when it was all over. 

More of wot I have heard…

Wide Lying Smiles by Nick and the Sun Machine

Saw Nick Stephenson play solo one evening up at B&Bs, one of our local pubs, and really liked his passion and energy and were impressed with his natural ability. We bought one of his albums on the strength of his performance.


We went with Terry and Gill to see the Budapest Café Orchestra perform at the Hastoe Village Hall and we were thoroughly entertained by their expertise and skill and the comic links and musical jokes they used to lighten up the evening.  

In the afternoon we had visited Aston Abbotts village fete where we saw the Aldbury Morris perform and before the show we had a lovely meal at Da Vinci’s in Tring. The next morning we rounded of the weekends pleasantries with a delightful walk up Ivinghoe Beacon.

We were at a table with a couple of guys from Fishwife’s Broadside a punk band with a folk twist and their music is interesting too if you like it a bit shouty and politically charged

More of wot I have read…

  
This was an interesting take on the time travel, life re-do theme that explores how you decisions can change your life or not. I like that the science behind the rebirth is not explored or even explained, and that the main character is not conscious of why she decides to change her actions, and the ending is very neat and tidy. It does allow the author to delve deeper into the main character and you get a real sense of who she is by the end as you see her cope with her choices.


‘What if you had the chance to live your life again and again, until you finally got it right?

During a snowstorm in England in 1910, a baby is born and dies before she can take her first breath.

During a snowstorm in England in 1910, the same baby is born and lives to tell the tale.

What if there were second chances? And third chances? In fact an infinite number of chances to live your life? Would you eventually be able to save the world from its own inevitable destiny? And would you even want to?

Life After Life follows Ursula Todd as she lives through the turbulent events of the last century again and again. With wit and compassion, Kate Atkinson finds warmth even in life’s bleakest moments, and shows an extraordinary ability to evoke the past. Here she is at her most profound and inventive, in a novel that celebrates the best and worst of ourselves.’



The Long Utopia by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter
  
The fourth book in the series that reveals more about the origins of the stepping ability and also makes a good attempt at describing the Long Earth, the soft places and how it could get tangled up in other planetary strands. It lets the characters develop a little more and allows the world to move on so that we can see how it is evolving. It is an easy read without too challenging themes but it held my interest all the way through.


‘It is the middle of the twenty-first century. The cataclysms of Step Day and the Yellowstone eruption have sent humanity out into the Long Earth. Society, on a battered Datum Earth and beyond, continues to evolve. And new challenges emerge.

In a far-distant world, a cantankerous and elderly Lobsang lives with Agnes in the community of New Springfield and endeavours to lead a normal life. They even adopt a child. But there are rumours of hauntings, strange sightings in the sky. On this world, something isn’t right.

Millions of steps away, Joshua receives an urgent summons from New Springfield. Lobsang believes that what is blighting his Earth now threatens all of the worlds of the Long Earth.


To counter this will require the combined efforts of humankind, machine and the super-intelligent Next. And some must make the ultimate sacrifice…’

Monday, June 13, 2016

More wot I have heard…

Written in Scars by Jack Savoretti


This album is difficult to characterise but even though the artist has made his name as a solo acoustic singer he has added a lot of skilfully engineered backing musicians to this collection of songs that unfortunately often feel much the same, are loud and not quite distinctive enough to hold my attention.  

A Stag Do…

As Paul’s best man it was my responsibility to organise his stag do. It was on a weekend and was in two parts; firstly was to travel into London and in the morning visit several of the new craft breweries that have sprung up around Bermondsey including: 

Then we headed to Borough Market where we split up for lunch, some of us ended up in the restaurant called Roast that overlooked the market.

Suitable sated we commuted over to Clapham Junction where we had a drink in The Falcon (once in the Guinness Book of Records for its long bar) and to our main attraction for the evening at the

Four Thieves a pub with their own microbrewery on site and a large games room where we played on the Moonshine Raceway (radio controlled pick-up trucks around a large track) and Plonk Crazy Golf (nine holes squeezed into the smallest of spaces). There was also ping-pong, football and ice hockey tables, and video games including a giant screen Street Fighter.

It was a fun day, but eventually the hours got and loud music got to us old folk and after a last drink at the Falcon we headed to our beds.


The following day we headed out to West Sussex where Southern Pursuits put on a variety of activities based at Tulleys Farm. Here a dozen of us gathered in the rain to try our hands at Archery, Clay Shooting and Axe Throwing. During the morning/afternoon the weather improved and I think most people enjoyed themselves. 

Boardgame geeks…

It was the 10th anniversary of the UK Games Expo and the event has grown considerable in scale with this year’s expansion into the NEC halls increasing the space and allowing for more people to move around more comfortably. I think they were surprised with the increases this year and many of the stall holders were running out of stock by the last day. Plenty of space in the hotel convention rooms allowed visitors room to play games brought and bought. There was quite a gang of us together allowing us to play a wide variety of games. I was reasonable conservative in my purchases with only three games bought:

A milestone birthday…

It was Jamie’s 30th birthday recently, and although he was going to be in the USA for the big day with a few pals on a road trip, we managed to catch up with him before he left. We went with Deb and Barbara to Kingham’s in Shere where we had a fabulous lunch. Afterwards we visited the Silent Pool Distillery to try their gin and admire their beautiful still. And then Barbara dropped us off at the Dorking Beer Festival where we sampled a few brews, eventually staggering back via a few pubs in town on our way home including the Spotted Dog, The Kings Arms (where we saw the lively Southern Blues Kings) and then finally The Star.

Underground…

After talking in the bar the night before we arranged a private visit to the caves in Reigate, both Barons and Tunnel Road caves. Sue had not been before and I think she quite enjoyed the experience.

Out on the town…

One of our favourite local bands, Eclectix, were playing and the Red Lounge in dorking and so we got together with Chris, Carole, Deb and Howard to go out for the evening and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

Helping hands…

Recently we have been helping our friends Paul and Lorraine prepare for their upcoming nuptials and we enjoyed being able to assist with the choosing of their wines for the wedding. Continuing in a co-operative way we put up our new handmade gate (or rather acted as helpers to our more DIY-skilled neighbour Howard). We also tried to jet wash Deb’s kitchen roof with little success as the high pressure water ended up forcing its way through the seals of the roof lights to drip into the kitchen below. 

More of wot I have read…


this was a very entertaining book for many reasons; firstly as it was written by a Chinese author it had a different world view and the English translation seems to have kept some of the flavour from the original language; secondly the science elements of the story had an authentic feel t them – even the more outlandish alien ones; and lastly it had some interesting characters in it that felt original and fresh. The pace was slow and measured as it gradually built up tension through the book and now I am looking forward to the next one in the series.


‘1967: Ye Wenjie witnesses Red Guards beat her father to death during China’s Cultural Revolution. This singular event will shape not only the rest of her life but slao the future of mankind.

Four decades later, Beijing police ask nanotech engineer Wang Miao to infiltrate a secretive cabal of scientists after a spate of inexplicable suicides. Wang’s investigation will lead him to a mysterious online game and immerse him in a virtual world ruled by a tractable and unpredictable interaction of its three suns.

This is the Three-Body Problem and it is the key to everything: the key to the scientists’ deaths, the key to a conspiracy that spans light-years and the key to the extinction-level threat humanity now faces.’



I read the first book, Ancillary Justice, some time back and enjoyed the writing style very much. Now I read the next two in the trilogy back to back and still liked the flavour the author gave the universe of the Radch and the deliberate ambiguous single pronoun aspect of the language. The expansive scale and long history is reminiscent of the Culture series.


‘What if you once had thousands of bodies and near god-like technology at your disposal?

And what if all of it were ripped away?

The Lord of the Radch has given Breq command of the ship Mercy of Kalr and sent her to the only place she would have agreed to go — to Athoek Station, where Lieutenant Awn’s sister works in Horticulture.

Athoek was annexed some six hundred years ago, and by now everyone is fully civilized — or should be. But everything is not as tranquil as it appears. Old divisions are still troublesome, Athoek Station’s AI is unhappy with the situation, and it looks like the alien Presger might have taken an interest in what’s going on. With no guarantees that interest is benevolent.’



‘For a moment, things seem to be under control for the soldier known as Breq. Then a search of Athoek Station’s slums turns up someone who shouldn’t exist – someone who might be an ancillary from a ship that’s been hiding beyond the empire’s reach for three thousand years. Meanwhile, a messenger from the alien and mysterious Presger empire arrives, as does Breq’s enemy, the divided Anaander Mianaai – ruler of an empire at war with itself.


Anaander is heavily armed and extremely unhappy with Breq. She could take her ship and crew and flee, but that would leave everyone at Athoek in terrible danger. Breq has a desperate plan. The odds aren’t good, but that’s never stopped her before.’

Friday, April 29, 2016

All sorts of folk…

Hosted by Mark Radcliffe and Julie Fowlis the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards were an entertaining event with the presentations being made by a variety of people including Michael Morpurgo, Stephen Mangan, Martin Freeman, Matt Berry, Richard Hawley, Sandy Shaw and more, and musical interludes by artists such as Joan Armatrading, Mark Knopfler, Rufus Wainwright (doing a tribute to Sandy Denny), the Unthanks, Norma Waterson and the Gift Band (including husband Martin Carthy and daughter Eliza), John McCusker and band (including Andy Cutting), Katheryn Roberts and Sean Lakeman, Sam Lee and an amazing choir, the Young’uns and breakthrough band Lynched.

The winners were:
Folk singer of the year: Rhiannon Giddens.
Best group: the Young’uns.
Best album: Mount the Air by the Unthanks.
Musician of the year: Andy Cutting.
Best duo: Kathryn Roberts and Sean Lakeman.
Horizon award: Sam Kelly.
Young folk award: Brighde Chaimbeul.
Best original song: Mackerel by the Rheingans Sisters.
Best traditional track: Lovely Molly by Sam Lee.
Lifetime achievement awards: Joan Armatrading and Norma Waterson.
Good Tradition award: John McCusker.
Hall of fame inductee: Sandy Denny.


We watched the event from one of the boxes in the attractive Royal Albert Hall and thoroughly enjoyed the event. The lengthy travel into and out of London by public transport (tackling strikes and closures for repair works) we didn’t enjoy so much – one of the disadvantages of living out in the countryside.