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Small giraffe thrown in

High water at the Linn of Quoich
High water at the Linn of Quoich

The Lavenham excursion turned out to be particularly interesting. It was basically a private view by sculptor Kate Denton, who is a former Eltham College parent and who now lives in a house with huge grounds behind the church at Lavenham. The sculptures, some of which populated the gardens, were actually brilliant and equally actually hugely expensive. I cannot say how much Maryta spent on one she had set her heart on, but there was a small giraffe thrown in. I was impressed by Kate, who remembered my name as she said goodbye. It doesn’t take much…

We followed up this delight with another one, calling in at Nayland to see Maryta’s sister Terry and her husband Keith. They had recently taken delivery of an Aga for roughly the same outlay as Maryta’s sculpture. Where are we going wrong? Anyway, the tea and refreshments were lovely, and so were the hosts.

The following day (Saturday) we set off for Caddington for a late celebration of Oliver’s 12th birthday. Dot had baked a cake because she knew she was going. We had a lovely day, playing games (including one Amy had invented, and continued inventing as we played it). She is very clever at this kind of thing, and the game proved very playable and fun. We helped provide the food for lunch, and in the evening David cooked an excellent spaghetti bolognaise.  On the way home I detected that Dot was about to go to sleep while driving and took over at Thetford.

On Sunday after Communion, at which I sang my new song, Dot and I invigilated at the old church, which was open for Heritage Weekend. If I were to say we had few visitors during our hour, that would be pretty much spot on. However, we did have the guy who was supposed to have been invigilating the previous hour but got it wrong. Other than that, four, but Norwich Heart had admittedly forgotten to include it in their list of Norwich churches that were open – much to Stuart’s disgust.

Afterwards we went out to Norwich and visited the cemetery and a house that has just come on to the market and caught Dot’s eye. Quite nice, actually. Jessie was unfortunately out, but we left her a present from Scotland (Ecclefechan cakes). In the evening Dot left for Barbara’s, where she stayed the night, before they both headed south this morning for Rayleigh and then Canterbury for two P4C sessions. At least, I presume they did. I haven’t heard anything.

Meanwhile I have done some shopping and am awaiting the arrival of my cousin Ann and her husband Jim, who are presumably on the road from Surrey, where they spent the weekend.

Trail turns colder

Unexpected reflection in a piece of scuplture on the Bergh Apton trail

Weather is turning more Scottish after a very pleasant few days. It started towards the end of the Bergh Apton Sculpture Trail yesterday, which we visited with Howard and Anna after a Peruvian church lunch. I had led the service because of an illness in the original leader’s family, and the lunch was provided by our Peruvian member, Elvira. It turned out to be a rather unexotic clear soup with mildly interesting bread, followed by some English cheesecake provided by bride-to-be Donna, who is unexpectedly going to live at Gorleston after the wedding.

The Sculpture Trail, which happens every two years, attracts big numbers, and we usually run into a few people we know. Not many this year, except for former colleague and excellent writer Steve Snelling, with whom we chatted at some length, and Dot’s DSSO colleague Maggie Broad, whom we met as we were leaving, after tea and cake at the village hall. The trail had started very warm – so much so that I took my thin jumper off halfway round. It may have been this that provoked the weather people, because a wind immediately got up, and the temperature dropped steadily until it became really quite chilly. It then rained overnight, just in time for Jennie’s arrival, well, any time now. She’s staying for three days. Roger and Jude dropped in last night for a drink and talk: Valerie’s funeral has been fixed for Friday next week.

In other news, we had a pleasant lunch with the Kibbles on Friday, making a return to the Waffle House after many years, and after that I called in on Phil and Joy, mainly to thank them for looking after our garden while we were away. On Saturday we had our hair cut, and I left Dot in a business meeting with Barbara while I dropped in at Martin and Rupert’s Open Studio, buying £30 worth of assorted small art: boxes and cards. They will be leaving the studio soon: Rupert probably working from his home after he moves into his partner’s house, and Martin spending half his time at a studio near his partner’s home in Kent, which he has for nine months.

What with loads of open studios and the sculpture trail, I suspect there is too much art floating around and not enough people to buy it.