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Weekends away

I’ve just returned from Z’s fabulous blog party♦♦♦.  As always,  a triumph, with wonderful food and simply lovely people.  Was brilliant seeing you all again : )  And the extra bonus of Dave’s marvellous coffee!

Thank you so much darling Z  : )

The week before, we went to Bampton for our annual morris dancing, camping festival.  Another occasion for seeing old friends, most of whom we only see once a year and again, it was brilliant.  I do like people!  (The ones I like, that is.  Obviously I don’t like the people I don’t like but this is rarely a problem as all three of them live a long way away.)

Anyway, I didn’t take many photos at either event and over the Bampton weekend I had a long conversation with a dear friend and it dawned on me that the reason I don’t take many photos of people is that I can’t do two things at once.  If there are people around, I tend to talk to them♦.  If I’m taking photos I just do that.  The camera, I’ve realised, is not a communication device!  And of course, it’s also true that unlike trees and landscapes, people don’t keep still long enough for me to get my camera settings right and  make sure it’s not upside down or pointing the other way and that there aren’t too many distracting objects behind the subject and all that stuff.

Oh well.  Here are some non-verbal photos.

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Barney and Charlie playing their annual cribbage game at Bampton.  (They barely knew I was there)

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Wistaria and the  small child.  (She had no idea I was there)

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People, sheep sculptures, the church steeple and Little Place in Bampton.  I think this must once have been a joke, as, though there are bigger houses, this is definitely one of the biggest.

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My youngest Granddaughter.  She doesn’t really do verbal yet, so though she clearly knew I was there and had thoughts about it, we didn’t have to talk about it.

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Devon♦♦, who is seven this year, dancing with the team for the first time.   His Dad, David, (ponytail) also dances with them and his Grandad, Tony, retired as squire this year after dancing for fifty years.  We knew Tony’s Dad, Bill, and watched them dance together twenty odd years ago.

Meanwhile, odd things have been happening in the kitchen back here at home.  Barney loves to cook but isn’t so good at planning in advance.  So he’s been saying shall I cook?  Ok I say cheerfully.  Then suddenly he’s been saying, Oh I forgot there was a cricket match on TV.  You may have to take over.  Um.  Ok.  I say slightly doubtfully.  What needs doing?  See, the problem is, I am one of those kinds of cook who has everything pre-chopped and arranged in little bowls and all the debris cleared away before I start heating things up.  Barney is one of those kinds who reads the recipe and chops and fries and simmers and doesn’t clear anything up, all at the same time.  Sometimes he can also talk while he is doing (or not doing) these things.  I on the other hand get slightly ratty if I am expected to speak while cooking and am quite likely to say “It’s in the tomato (or whatever I’m chopping at the time)” if asked where the Radio Times has gone.  Anyway, today, I found that Barney had chopped and sliced two bowls of onions and had peeled four tomatoes (no Radio Times though).  Thing is, none of those were supposed to be in that curry.  A bit of cross-page recipe reading going on I think.  And now I understand why he said “there’s an awful lot of coriander here”.

Anyway, the curry was fine, Bampton was great and Zoe’s party was a complete pleasure from beginning to end.  So that’s all good.

Barney assures me that I can’t talk and roll a cigarette for him at the same time so obviously taking photos is out of the question.

♦Yes we wondered too.  

♦♦♦This is completely untrue – I actually returned days and days ago and have been to lots of other places since then.  But I expect you know what I mean.  If not, don’t worry.

 

 

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June 4, 2015 Posted by | Uncategorized | 3 Comments