A Friend in Wilderness, South Africa sent me this poem, which I felt was hilarious considering where we all are today, surrounded by U-turns and indecisions.
I won’t arise and go now, and go to Innisfree I’ll sanitise the doorknob and make a cup of tea. I won’t go down to the sea again, I won’t go out at all, I’ll wander lonely as a cloud from the kitchen to the hall. There’s a green-eyed yellow monster to the north of Katmandu But I shan’t be seeing him just yet and nor, I think, will you. While the dawn comes up like thunder on the road to Mandalay I’ll make my bit of supper and eat it off a tray. I shall not speed my bonnie boat across the sea to Skye Or take the rolling English road from Birmingham to Rye. About the woodland, just right now I am not free to go To see the Keep Out posters or the cherry hung with snow And no, I won’t be travelling much, within the realms of gold. Or get me to Milford Haven. All that’s been put on hold. Give me your hands, I shan’t request, albeit we are friends Nor come within a mile of you, until this shit show ends.
FROM A Brisk Walk through a Pageant of English Verse
Though to be fair our new regimen of what we call Quartet Luncheons & Dinners has gone some way to breaking the ice in our isolation, so-to-speak. These are Two+Two affairs observing the niceties of distancing, always only four of us.
But much excitement into the big smoke we plunged to visit Friends Penny & Nick, one of our BridgeBase-Online partnerships in East Sheen. It seemed so naughty driving there, not playing live bridge but spending a lovely evening in actuality not virtuality.
Thanks Friends it was a lovely evening. A Quartet dinner of note.
Home to sad, dusty Leverton Street . It needs love and a lick of paint I think. The windows remind me of scenes from Miss Haversham’s failed wedding night in GREAT EXPECTATIONS; but I am just too fat and unsupple to do the deathly window ledge balance and clean the acres of dirt & diesel off the glass! Oh where is the wonderful window man?
This is Falkland Road just before you turn into Leverton Street. It has become very colourful. Perhaps because Sir Keir Starmer lives in the neighbourhood. He is our MP.
Hampstead Heath was surprisingly not crowded; perhaps it wasn’t the finest day. We walked our usual circuit up from Parliament Hill to Kenwood House and round down to the Ladies’ Pond, the Boat and Men’s Ponds to catch a 214 down the hill home and were distraught at the sight of all the diseased Horse Chestnut trees, their leaves brown with some sort of fungus.
What do you think will happen to them? Can they fight off this disease or will they go the same way as the beautiful Dutch Elms that were so ignominiously expunged from the English landscape? It’s a tragedy.
A Sestet birthday party of note in Clapham changed gears slightly. Friend Edward’s 69th. Soixante Neuf. An excellent position we think! The 88 bus took us all the way from Camden; it was immaculately clean and empty; alighting at its terminus in Clapham Old Town we were surprised by the over-flowing cafes, bars and restaurants filled with unmasked, careless twenty-and-thirty-somethings for whom there seemed to be no worries. For us hayseeds this came as a shock.
So, the ‘burbs are busy but the West End and City glumly uncrowded, we found.
This is where the bus stopped but it was not like this! Clapham Old Town.
Two more Quartet Luncheons last week and Quartet Martini & Campari Locktails of a sunset : except we were blown indoors! There is a lot of wind at present, the weather has cooled appreciably but none of this changed the taste of the martinis, I can tell you!
Two grandchildren came to visit and stay the night. We took them blackberrying and then wined and dined them at the Thorn Hotel round the corner where an extremely brisk trade has taken advantage of England’s new Staycationing habits. In fact on Monday last when our lovely Polish Ladies came to dust us down (they like the house to themselves), we went for breakfast at the Thorn where the special discount is still in force. Friend David McKay, the owner, stopped by and told us that they have never been so busy and were run off their feet; its impossible to get a booking; that even if there were no discount they would still be just as busy with people who have found they need not be in London to work and play. The empty cafes, bars and restaurants there are gains for the provinces.
This was brought home to us when we went for a Quartet Luncheon with friends in Thorpeness, near Aldeburgh. We have never seen so many cars and people there before, even in normal times. It was astonishing. Some friends who’d been up to Cromer and visited the north Norfolk coast told us that there were at least 20,000 cars at Holkham. Everybody is holidaying at home and there is no room at any inn anywhere. All this chimes with what David told us. Their Enoteca in Manningtree, Lucca, is chockfull too.
I rehearsed and played in my first Webinar last week too, playing Colonel Lukyn in Pinero’s THE MAGISTRATE. This seems to be the new way forward with much theatre now, streamed events whose virtuality never quite adds up to actuality but is great fun nonetheless.
Some work well: we watched ALBION from the Almeida and though quibbled with some of the writing and one or two over-busy performances, thought it was riveting and extremely good. It’s still available if anyone is interested.
On the television two major documentaries have struck us. ONCE UPON A TIME IN IRAQ, a five-part documentary shedding a terrifying perspective on that unhappy country and the effects of the invasion.
So very sad.
What we liked about it was that ordinary people from all sides gave their views and described their experiences. No politicians with their spin and their dishonesty. You can find it on catch-up as you can too the amazing full length film, due for theatric release next month, COUP 53, about the cynical involvement of the CIA and MI6 in the overthrow of the Iranian Prime Minister Mohammad Mossadegh in 1953, in retaliation for his nationalisation of the Iranian oil industry which was hitherto wholly owned by British and American interests.
Ten years in the making and much material is still in secret archives, which MI6 will not yet release. What struck us most about the film was the ripple effect down the years that that sponsored coup d’état had on the whole region and how it has negatively affected so much there ever since, never mind any trust between the Middle East and the West. It was like watching a political thriller with the consequences of the action still to play out in our future.
And now I have added another book to my growing reading list, all being read simultaneously. Get a grip! Why can’t I get rid of this reader’s block? LADY IN WAITING, Anne Glenconner’s fascinating story of her “Extraordinary Life in the Shadow of the Crown” may finally have achieved an unblocking. It’s wonderfully amusing, but dark too as much in her life was not easy. There was much tragedy. I can’t put it down.
An end note for today – Tony and I have been together for just over thirty-five years and many of you, our Friends, have asked how we met. If you are interested I have written a piece about it elsewhere on my site and if you click on the link a new story will open to entrance and amaze you (tongues in cheeks!).
19 Replies to “THE GREEN DIARY : Wednesday, 26 August 2020.”
Always wondered how you two had met. x
So banal really. But little ripples turn into waves! P x
Pedro, do not despair over the horse chestnuts, it’s a virus, only in the Autumn do we see the results of the infection. It’s been around for years. Does not affect the blossoms or the chestnuts.
Oh thank heavens! Pxx
glad to hear you’re getting out and about! would love to go on another walk. give us a shout! xx
So much charm and such love! I wish I could be part of one of the ‘quartets’, but that isn’t possible at present. In the meantime be well and happy both of you while the world attempts to heal itself.
Lots of love
Thanks Graham. Hope you get better soon. You’ll need to be airlifted to a Quartet Luncheon! Who would you be with? P x
Nice Cape Town photo of you two. Try Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs. It’s an incredible memoir of a crazy individualist American upbringing. Very amusing (and gay)!
Will try it. Is Augusten any relation to William? Thanks for the heads up. I’ll look out for it. Px
Lots of interesting stuff again. Much appreciated.
Apropos Holkham, I wonder if you know that the late Edward Coke, the 7th Earl of Leicester, was born in Zim and farmed in SA. He returned to the Estate in the mid sixties to learn about running it . On the death of his father, who remained in SA, he became owner of the Estate. His son is now the 8th Earl.
I didn’t know that, Roger, no. My Grandparents lived in Wroxham where my father was brought up. He worked for MI6 but had an odd cover: he managed the Trafford Estate a few estates from Holkham and Houghton. We’re visiting there next week. Have you read Lady Glenconner’s book? Px
Margaret has just finished it. She was fascinated so I look forward to getting started.
Presumably BOSS did not know your grandfather was a spy?
No. BOSS did not exist in the years my grandfather lived in George. Glad Margaret liked the book. Will we ever meet? I do hope so. Px
Very welcome to visit us when quarantine lifted. Herm oysters quite good! Our local airline is Aurigny. The service from Stansted is presently suspended. Only daily Southampton flights at the moment.
Thank you. That would be really lovely. We have long had the Channel Isles.on our list but somehow never get there; not been to Brittany either which sounds lovely.
Pete was just just getting stuck in to read and the story of your meeting stopped. You need to finish that although I feel that may be of book size. Lots of love
Thank you, Janey. As Goko always said, “You can reread it in a book!”
Peter I love your stories!
so much love to you both
Hello Jan. So lovely to hear from you. Keep them coming. Are you travels still on “hold”? P xx