Bredonborough A busy NightWorld of
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Bredonborough.
A busy NightWorld of adventures, some in a dystopian metropolis nominally purporting to be NYC.
Rising to a very cold day. Carrying green tea to the waking Minx, who is on performing-time (ie late to sleep, late to rise).
Last evening we watched a BBC Four programme on David Bowie, charting the rise of Ziggy. We agreed: this belonged to a time when popular music moved people, had influence and significance in the wider culture.
I am not nostalgic, harking back to a Golden Age of forty years ago. It was not an easy time for me, not one I would like to be in today. But there was a something in the air.
10.20 Reading-editing and The Writing Project.
10.55 Off to the wedding of
Thomas Philpott and Rachel. Thomas is the excellent cabinet maker who is responsible for good works in our home and World HQ.
19.51 To
St. Matthew’s Church, Salford Priors I…
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… with its living churchyard I…
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… of the community’s family members, now in the room next door.
A wonderful wedding and ceremony I…
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We go to more funerals than weddings nowadays, so this formal marriage ceremony was a joy, and joyful. Such was its resonance I I found myself revisiting, happily, my own marriage ceremony almost 27 years ago.
Home c. 13.20 to get lunch for the Minx.
Shopping for two sets of visiting guests. Clothes organizing.
And to The Writing Project. When I get to this, I find it waiting.
Supper for T. To gentle.
