
Greetings! I've just returned from a wonderful weekend of rehearsing for 'The Mikado' by Gilbert and Sullivan- a classic, light Victorian Operetta! Visiting my favourite place in the whole world- after a gap of a year and seeing some of my favourite people and sharing music with them. It is a remedy for whatever fatigue, maladies or ennui you might experience when you go there. Two days of glorious music- rehearsing for around 10 hours from Friday to Sunday, culminating in an informal 'performance' of the operetta.
Aside from visiting this place that holds some of my happiest memories, the place I last visited and first came back to after my year in Indonesia, the place I spent New Year's eve 1999, the place I first played flute in a Symphony Orchestra, aged 14, the place I had my first kiss as a teenager aged 17 (and second!), the place where CBC and I discovered we liked each other, where we got together- essentially the beginning of our courtship, a place of magic.

His flute parts are gorgeous- luscious tunes, loud crashy bits and tumty-tumpty tunes and fun interjections into rapid patter-songs. We were all invited to dress up so who was I to miss an opportunity to wear my Kimono which had originally been inspired by this operetta!

Here's my two favourite songs: Three Little Maids
This one, I've got a little list, is always doctored when it is performed to include current celebrities or people of reknown. The guy who played Koko, the Lord High Executioner who is singing about all the people he'd like to execute , had written his own current lyrics which had us in absolute stitches
as they included reference to Michael Gove, and other very topical references!
My friend laughed and wanted to take the picture of me as I drank from this pint-sized mug of tea- she though it incongruous with the kimono!

It wasn't all rehearsal though- delicious food, chats with long known friends and then yesterday afternoon, a glorious walk. There had been torrential rain all morning and then it cleared up beautifully for the afternoon. It meant, however, that our walk, beginning in the woods was really muddy and we got to one point where the mud looked inpenetrable so we took a detour through a barley field which was beautiful but then the path at the side became filled with thistles and nettles and my friend had bare legs.


We trekked on through, frightening a she-pheasant who had been hiding amongst the barley. She gave us the fright of our life as we flew out posthaste protesting! It was lovely to chat to this particular friend as I haven't seen her for an age! The sky was beautiful and the fields were brilliantly green and vibrant. The sun shone down and we didn't meet a soul,the entire journey! We looked in a grave yard and then made our way back up our steep hill!


