Hottest Day Of The Year
May. 13th, 2024 08:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo I dreamed I was due to give a presentation on Macbeth. The venue was huge- part church, part lecture theatre. I had equipped myself for the event with a leather flying helmet, wellington boots and a wheelbarrow- which contained something large that I can no longer identify.
We had three American visitors to the Meeting House yesterday; two from Brooklyn and one from Vermont. One of the Brooklynites was wearing a "Jews Call for a Ceasefire" T shirt.
In the afternoon our friend Elisa took us for a drive in her car. It was the hottest day of the year thus far. Beachy Head, Birling Gap and Cuckmere Haven were full- with cars parked in every available parking space, but East Dean wasn't so that's where we stopped for lunch. Afterwards we went and had a look at Berwick Church with its murals by Vanessa Bell, Duncan Grant and other Bloomsberries. Elisa hadn't been there before and I love to play cicerone. One can't pretend that the paintings are great art, but they're colourful and interesting and the decorative scheme as a whole is unlike anything else I'm aware of. The mound in the churchyard may be a prehistoric barrow or, alternatively, a Norman motte- and I don't suppose they can perform archaeology on it because there are dead people planted all over it like plums in a pudding....
Coming home on the bus from the Meeting House, where Elisa had dropped us off so Ailz could collect her electric wheelchair, I had a young father with two young kids sitting in front of me. They had a conversation, repeated several times, that went something like this.
"Can we go to the park?"
"We'll see; Daddy's very tired. He's worked two nights in a row and had two and a half hours sleep in the past 48 hours..."
"But can we go to the park?"
We had three American visitors to the Meeting House yesterday; two from Brooklyn and one from Vermont. One of the Brooklynites was wearing a "Jews Call for a Ceasefire" T shirt.
In the afternoon our friend Elisa took us for a drive in her car. It was the hottest day of the year thus far. Beachy Head, Birling Gap and Cuckmere Haven were full- with cars parked in every available parking space, but East Dean wasn't so that's where we stopped for lunch. Afterwards we went and had a look at Berwick Church with its murals by Vanessa Bell, Duncan Grant and other Bloomsberries. Elisa hadn't been there before and I love to play cicerone. One can't pretend that the paintings are great art, but they're colourful and interesting and the decorative scheme as a whole is unlike anything else I'm aware of. The mound in the churchyard may be a prehistoric barrow or, alternatively, a Norman motte- and I don't suppose they can perform archaeology on it because there are dead people planted all over it like plums in a pudding....
Coming home on the bus from the Meeting House, where Elisa had dropped us off so Ailz could collect her electric wheelchair, I had a young father with two young kids sitting in front of me. They had a conversation, repeated several times, that went something like this.
"Can we go to the park?"
"We'll see; Daddy's very tired. He's worked two nights in a row and had two and a half hours sleep in the past 48 hours..."
"But can we go to the park?"
