Thursday, July 27, 2017

More Polish




Don't tell me - this is getting beyond silly, but it's better than keeping all the food wrappings.

...goraca, ale nie wrzaca woda ...hot but not boiling water . . . 

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Learning Polish

Today someone had left a shopping list on a scrap of paper in a trolley. Out of curiosity, I looked at it - it's in Polish.

Now to work out what they were buying. But the problem is that I can't quite decipher the writing, not even close enough to look the words up!

Maybe the fourth one down is ziemniacki - potatoes?  Otherwise, I'm all at sea.

Tolethorpe - Hobson's Choice

Friday 21 July 2017.

We went to Tolethorpe again.  Rain was forecast, but we risked taking a (classy) picnic, anyway. Cold salmon, melon, strawberries with trimmings. The weather stayed dry, and there was even some sun.






Each summer the Stamford Shakespeare Company produce two of Shakespeare's plays, and one by another playwright.


This time we saw Hobson's Choice, by Harold Brighouse. The play was first performed in 1916.

It's an entertaining play set in late nineteenth century Salford, complete with Northern accents, and colourful local dialect expressions.  Horatio Hobson is a widowed boot shop owner with three daughters, and they are at the age when controlling them becomes difficult - particularly when Horatio would rather spend his time in The Moonrakers, while they run the business. It reminded me of some of Molière's social comedies, and even has echoes of King Lear, when the daughters have to decide who will look after their father.

This is how the basic situation is described on the Stamford Shakespeare Company's website - 

The hilarious trials and tribulations of bombastic boot-shop owner Henry Horatio Hobson and his three uppity daughters in 1880’s Salford.When Hobson teases his eldest, and most headstrong, daughter Maggie about being past the marrying age, she promptly retaliates by marrying his best boot-hand, Willie Mossop, and setting up a rival shop. Hobson’s future looks uncertain. As a battle of wills ensues between father and daughter, can the hapless Willie triumph?This timeless tale never fails to amuse and entertain in equal measure.

As ever the set was perfect for the play.



The rain held off until we were driving home at eleven o'clock.  Luckily for us, and even more luckily for the cast.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Learning Polish

Begun as a challenge - not a Romance or Germanic language, and with grammatical complications.
After six months or so it lookes considerably less alien, and we managed to use a little during a nine day long trip to Warsaw and Krakow. 
As always, even supermarket bags provide endless opportunities to extend the vocab.

"Lovely to see you!"

"Shop at Carrefour.
I care about nature"

"We reduce energy consumption"

"For love of the environment/ in love with the environment".

A waitress wrote this on our bill. We dropped in for coffee and cake after visiting the museum in the Schindler factory.


Thursday, July 13, 2017

Midsummer Nights Dream - a few days after . . .

Wednesday 12th July 2017. Perfect picnic weather, and a very good production. Like much of Shakespeare there is always something new to discover. I'm not really a critical watcher, but I really enjoyed this.



Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Belton House, Lincolnshire

April 13 2017 - my birthday outing.

As this was the Thursday before Easter there were a lot of visitors, but the grounds absorbed them easily. This time we didn't go inside the house.
Horse chestnut flowering

Old stable clock and stormy sky



Through the stables courtyard and into the gardens:
Gardener at work




Into the orangery:



The walled garden:
and the church:





The mirror pond:


 A few bluebells:
 A hairy woodland character:
 Tar Lane Pond:




A morel?
 Summer house:
Convenient summerhouse/shelter for a picnic on a windy day.
 Back to the gardens:

The sundial, featuring in Lucy Cresswell's book The Moondial and the 1980s TV series. Note there is a photo from July 2015, without the blue rope, here.

Calke Abbey and Park

March 28 2017.

This is a place I've intended to visit for some years - I remember a nature ramble one Saturday with our junior school teacher, Winifred Hopper, when I was about eight or nine. At that time the Hall was still occupied and not open to the public.
Then later, my mother told me about an article in the local paper - the last member of the eccentric and rather reclusive Harpur Crewe family had died and the estate had been taken over by the NT, as a sort of time capsule. 



Stables - room for a cart too?

Turnip chopper


The house 

The inside is a clutter of furniture and collections of rocks, of insects, of books, of stuffed animals . . .
A huge rocking horse - and a sedan chair


Gruesome trophies



Bells for the servants



It's just as well most of us don't have the space to keep everything.
The grounds are extensive with a pleasure garde, kitchen garden with orangery, now a fern house. The church is close at hand, reached through an avenue of trees.


The Harpur Crewe graves are adorned with heather mounds.
Daffodils were still in bloom. 

This is a tunnel so that gardener could access the kitchen gardens unseen by any family or guests!
There are glimpse of the lake.
 and the herd of deer.
 In the gardens is a romantic grotto

 More deer close to the house 
 Behind the car park, there is a walk along by some large ponds, where a heron was waiting for fish for quite some time.

I can't resist a good reflection. . .

. . .or two .