Down to Suffolk for the weekend. I’d hoped to go on Friday evening, but this wasn’t possible as I needed to carry out a full fire drill at work at 1745h. Weekend travel – yet again – to Halesworth was a nightmare: by train to Billaricay, then a coach to Colchester, then train to Ipswich, then change to the Lowestoft train. All told, around four hours travel time. So I didn’t get down until mid-afternoon. A pity in a way – Auntie Sue took people out to a Bistro lunch to celebrate Phoebe’s upcoming birthday: I’d been invited and would like to have attended, but it simply didn’t work out. Well, I could have done it if I’d left home around 0730h, but I seem to be extremely tired at present (pretty long hours at work, and worrying about the Fire Brigade), so sleep was important!
Some mollocking about trying to sort out getting sound into their computer, using the new microphone (Sure SM48 – nice). It turned out that the mic lead was dead … despite active firkling in the shed, Sim couldn’t find his. MJPL cycled over for supper – only to be greeted by a request to borrow his soldering iron! So we drove back to his place. Good to have a quick look at his garden (looking great). A very pleasant evening all told, and Mark is looking well: we’ve arranged to see the new Star Trek movie in ten days time, which will be the first time we’ve been to the movies for getting on for a year.
Sunday was sunny, so off for a dog-walk on the Marsh in the morning. Jesse is turning into a rather bouncy and energetic animal:
Phoebe’s concert with the Wenhaston Girls Choir was at 1430h, but we left just before 1200 to pick up Sue and get there in time to set up for a rehearsal before the performance. This included wrestling the electric piano from the Oak Cottage sitting room into the back of the car! Sim has applied for a grant to buy a Korg for the Choir, but hasn’t heard yet whether they’ve been successful.
The church at Wenhaston is very pretty, set in a classic graveyard with yew trees and suchlike. It features a 15th-century “Doom” painting: as Anne pointed out, all the ‘saved’ are naked except for headgear – wearing mitres, crowns and other headgear showing they are the great and the good, while the “damned” are all completely naked!
The concert was great – not too long, at around 30 minutes each half, with a good 30 minute interval for tea and cakes in the Church Rooms. Audience was around 45, mainly pensioners and relatives. Phoebe played a flute solo (one of two) – she was clearly a bit nervous for the first couple of breaths, but soon settled down. The acoustic of the Church really suited it … I do love flutes in echoing spaces, and have very fond members of the French flautist who used to busk in the tube underpass near the Afghan Embassy in 1977 in a ripple of semi-improvised and positively transcendent notes.
Back to Oak Cottage. Still having problems with the mic lead, so I suggested scrapping it: Sim ordered a decent replacement on e-Bay. I said that if there were still problems I would stick a spare sound card in the post to them, as I have several kicking about.
Saskia was looking particularly appealing, having taken to snoozing and sitting on the bird-table …
Monday was a quick dog-walk in the morning, followed by the mid-morning train; I had to be at work for 1500h. Everything ran to time. I really didn’t fancy dragging a rather heavy case over to West London, so payed the large sum of £8 for left luggage at Liverpool Street Station. as expected, it’s “secure storage”, with full airport-style x-rays of luggage, so I suppose that £8 isn’t unreasonable to cover the cost of the gear … and I don’t suppose that the rent they pay the railway is particularly cheap, either!