10.14
Hotel Acceptably Modest, Falmouth.
The blowiness has subsided. To the Breakfasting Trough…
… with loud voices on the adjoining table, of exceptionally post-mature ladies, conversing at amplitude. The loudest was the nearest, adjoining my table. On with Noisebusters & Johnny Bach - and an immediate change of state as the music moved within my sensory presence. Remarkable how this happens. But donning headphones and an i–Pod was, for the loudest & most post-mature of the worthy she-persons, an utterly alien undertaking. She stared at me, repeatedly: it was as if I was wearing a gas mask, rather than an ears’ mask.
Returning to computing.
11.08 Computing done. E-flurrying not. There is insufficient bandwidth – a little too much modesty in the online department of Hotel Acceptably Modesto.
To pack & set off for Newlyn.
17.56 St Peters C Of E Church, Newlyn, Cornwall.
Arriving in Penzance c .12.30. A walk around town. My favourite secondhand bookshop, of 33 years’ acquaintance, has gone I…
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Penzance, as with much of Cornwall, is economically dependent upon the holiday season, and the Eden Project has helped revitalize the area to some extent. But the bookshop has closed, perhaps two or three years ago. The town is suffering.
I found two quality undertakings contributing energy. The first, The Story Cellar I...
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… is a new venture. Archie Brown’s is well established...
Superb food & exceptional service.
Legs snapping like whipcords I…
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Toyah & myself stayed at The Egyptian House (Penzance OnLine) during our honeymoon in 1986. Next door is the Penzance Bookshop…
Arriving at St. Peter’s c. 15.40 I…
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Theo arrived c. 16.05 for Soundcheck I…
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00.12 Bredonborough.
The performance of 55 minutes began punctually at 19.30 following a few words from Jo Willis of Shallal…
… to fullish pews in the centre of the church. Not sure what it was like as music, probably good with varying moments.
Afterwards, Brother Peter Willis commented on a sense, as in the liturgy. Which is as much of an achievement as I might wish for. As I was getting into the car, a decent fortyish man approached:
DFM: Would you mind signing my album?
RF I would hate to.
DFM: I know, but I had to ask.
Actually, DFM didn’t have to ask at all. But such is the problem of dealing with members of the public, even good, reasonable, intelligent members of the public, that are unable to behave in accordance with what they know to be the right course of action. That is, out of control. Surely not! An exaggeration! Sadly, 41 years of frontline experience suggests that this is what it is.
And there we have it: heaven & earth not only side by side, but one within the other.
Driving off c. 20.36, arriving home c. 23.51 to the Minx & WillyFred, who expected me to arrive later, after they had gone to bed. Yippee! Home with my family.
To gentle & adore the WillyFred.
Hotel Acceptably Modest, Falmouth.
The blowiness has subsided. To the Breakfasting Trough…
… with loud voices on the adjoining table, of exceptionally post-mature ladies, conversing at amplitude. The loudest was the nearest, adjoining my table. On with Noisebusters & Johnny Bach - and an immediate change of state as the music moved within my sensory presence. Remarkable how this happens. But donning headphones and an i–Pod was, for the loudest & most post-mature of the worthy she-persons, an utterly alien undertaking. She stared at me, repeatedly: it was as if I was wearing a gas mask, rather than an ears’ mask.
Returning to computing.
11.08 Computing done. E-flurrying not. There is insufficient bandwidth – a little too much modesty in the online department of Hotel Acceptably Modesto.
To pack & set off for Newlyn.
17.56 St Peters C Of E Church, Newlyn, Cornwall.
Arriving in Penzance c .12.30. A walk around town. My favourite secondhand bookshop, of 33 years’ acquaintance, has gone I…
II...
III...
Penzance, as with much of Cornwall, is economically dependent upon the holiday season, and the Eden Project has helped revitalize the area to some extent. But the bookshop has closed, perhaps two or three years ago. The town is suffering.
I found two quality undertakings contributing energy. The first, The Story Cellar I...
II...
III...
… is a new venture. Archie Brown’s is well established...
Superb food & exceptional service.
Legs snapping like whipcords I…
II...
III...
Toyah & myself stayed at The Egyptian House (Penzance OnLine) during our honeymoon in 1986. Next door is the Penzance Bookshop…
Arriving at St. Peter’s c. 15.40 I…
II...
III...
IV...
V...
VI...
Theo arrived c. 16.05 for Soundcheck I…
II...
III...
IV...
V...
00.12 Bredonborough.
The performance of 55 minutes began punctually at 19.30 following a few words from Jo Willis of Shallal…
… to fullish pews in the centre of the church. Not sure what it was like as music, probably good with varying moments.
Afterwards, Brother Peter Willis commented on a sense, as in the liturgy. Which is as much of an achievement as I might wish for. As I was getting into the car, a decent fortyish man approached:
DFM: Would you mind signing my album?
RF I would hate to.
DFM: I know, but I had to ask.
Actually, DFM didn’t have to ask at all. But such is the problem of dealing with members of the public, even good, reasonable, intelligent members of the public, that are unable to behave in accordance with what they know to be the right course of action. That is, out of control. Surely not! An exaggeration! Sadly, 41 years of frontline experience suggests that this is what it is.
And there we have it: heaven & earth not only side by side, but one within the other.
Driving off c. 20.36, arriving home c. 23.51 to the Minx & WillyFred, who expected me to arrive later, after they had gone to bed. Yippee! Home with my family.
To gentle & adore the WillyFred.
