st mawes 2016

The final year of working, down to three days a week, which turns into quite a few trips away. The photograph was taken at The Idle Rocks Hotel, after we had shared our roll top bath, and prepared for what was to be quite a memorable dinner, though I rather think that drinking Eton Mess cocktails may be a one off.а

We saw the Arctic Monkeys in Bridlington, during a week of sharing the Gatehouse Cottageаat Sewerby Manorаwith Pete and Jane. We did see the Puffins at Bempton Cliff, among the quarter of a million birds which visited that week. Later in the year, with our friend Sheriаwe witnessed the twenty-six thousand Pink Footed Geese taking off at dawn, from RSPB Snettisham.а

Iаwasn’t too too steady though on the cliff tops atаFlamborough Head, prefering instead to stroll around the terra firma of the bowling green and cricket field back at Sewerby; listening, in our imagination, to the strains of Roy Harper’sаWhen An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease

Roy may well have played Shrewsbury Folk Festival, but this year the highlights were Andy Fairweather Low, Nick Lowe and Paul Carrack playingаtogether. Alhough for Kate, I would sayаthatаlistening to Raghu Dixit, and joining in with the Dulcimer workshops was an equal high point.

No overseas trips this year but I did do a short retreat with the Benedictine Monks at Buckfast Abbey, and Kate and I spent a week in Devon. Based with our friends in Teignmouth we sampled the local delights of seafood and ale, of which Yvonne is so so happy to wax lyrical, now that she has become a bona-fide resident.а

Not long until retirement then, this time next year I will no longer be a working man; Sheffield Wednesday may well be in theаPremier League, and I may be lucky enough to have more of my poems turned into songs by my good friend Mr Peter Conner, as he does here with Song of Visualisations.

ай️Christopher Sanderson 2019