We are venturing into winter, the clocks are back, and the weather is pretty miserable. But it takes more than that to stop us in our tracks. Last week Oliver and Amy were with us for three days, with David staying for most of the Wednesday before returning to Caddington. The next day we took Oliver and Amy to Cockley Cley, and the Iceni village which she was keen to see for her homework project on Boudicca. The weather was less than wonderful, but at least dry enough for us to wander round the village and its associated nature trail, some of which was quite striking.
We were the only visitors, which was a bit eerie, with Amy rather nervous in case a few stray Iceni had lingered for a few hundred years and were preparing to leap out at her. The figures in the huts didn’t help. Still, she dutifully gather the information she needed. At the end we visited a 17th century cottage and an old church that were even more impressive. As the rain set in we headed for Elveden and a meal at the restaurant there. I had a game pie, for which I paid during the night.
On the Friday we popped up to the Castle Museum to look at the Boudicca section there. I was the advance guard with Oliver, but the other two soon caught up. I cooked roast half-a-chicken for lunch, and we squeezed in yet another game of Dixit before driving them home to Caddington. I drove down and Dot drove back while I thought I would doze, but didn’t.
Saturday was wild, windy, wet and peculiar. I drove to Mannington Hall to help set up the Paston exhibition for the History Day. Seeing no Paston people there, I returned more than half a dozen times, after making phone calls and driving round, before I noticed a narrow bridge at the back that looked private. Sure enough, there they all were, invisible even from the front of the house when I looked through the windows. By then most of the work had been done, which suited me fine, but I helped them finish off.
The next day I picked up Kay and her rather large advertising board from Wood Dalling. We arrived at Mannington Hall shortly after 10.15am to find most people there. The event was rather badly hit by the weather, but the cold and dampness at least drove people into the house to listen to our performance of Margaret Paston – a Medieval Heroine. This was Chronicle (Kay, Rob, Caroline and I) using poetry, dialogue, monologue and songs to portray Margaret’s life and letters. Quite professional: we wore black, and historical hats were provided by Rob’s wife Penny, a serious seamstress. The room was packed for the first performance at noon, and was pretty full for the second at 2pm, by which time Dot had arrived. She had been to church.
Packing up took a bit of a time, and as it included quite a bit of outside work in cold drizzle was rather uncomfortable. Still we managed it and got away not long after 4pm. Sadly, Lucy didn’t make it at all, as she has another infection, but at least she has managed to obtain another £10,000 grant for future events. Don’t know how she does it.
Today I have struggled to catch up with Stuff That Needs to be Done, and managed a trip into the city to put church cheques into the bank (and take money out), and to send off some supplementary money to Andrew. Philip Robinson called in the afternoon to use the loo (!), and Dot has been working hard on her Philosophy conference ideas. I am playing chess tonight, but don’t feel much like it.
