(Tuesday) Poor Alfie! He's missing his morning outing round Eaglestone Park. It's because of the weather. As I sit here, just having eaten my breakfast at 6.25a.m., it's pouring with rain outside (well, it would be worse if it were inside! I'd be really worrying if it was.) So, we'll have to wait until it's stopped, probably later this afternoon once I've returned from Camphill.
I did take Alfie out, just after 7 this morning. I had another look outside and it had stopped raining so I hastily attached his lead to his harness and out we went. I couldn't really have a miserable dog left in the house when I go off to Camphill all day. Just not on. Nevertheless, it was damp and the bushes growing along the side of the path down to the park kept hitting me and making me wet with drips of water!
But . . . by 8.30 it was pouring heavily once more. I had gone out to the car briefly and it's as well we went out when we did, otherwise Alfie wouldn't be a happy chappy!
Later. It rained most of the day. I went to Camphill as usual. The traffic was going nuts as I drove on my way there. I had a phone call from Garry on the way. I've never had a mobile phone call come through the media system in the car. I had to wait until I reached the carpark at Camphill to ring back. I don't fancy getting caught using my mobile as I'm driving, but as I was stationary in the traffic it wasn't too bad, but not something I intend doing on a regular basis, or, if it comes to that, ever doing again. It was about getting the clothes hanging rail to fit in his car. Not really something I could do about it as I was about to start a day with the drama group.
The drama students were split into two groups, one working on the 'piggy' and 'wolfie' movements. I was assigned to the second group, going into the meeting room to do a brainstorming session on the 'Treasure Island' project. It was interesting to see what the residents came up with as regards ideas. I'm still not sure exactly how this is going to pan out, and neither does anyone else, but it's a really interesting exercise in what I would call a 'democratic' approach to creating a piece of theatre. Certainly different from merely being given a script and working with that. We went back into the theatre and I don't know how it happened, but one of the residents suggested dancing, and they got up on the stage and did a sort of tap dance and others followed. From this Tao, the drama leader, suggested using the musical instruments that Camphill had in one of the rooms under the stage, These instruments included all manner of musical insurgents, drums, cymbals and a set of hand bells. I was assigned to the handbell team and we remained in the theatre whilst the rest of the students went downstairs to a room called the crypt.
It was something of an experience with the hand bells. Never tried them before. I never realised you had to wear gloves because the acid which is in your sweat can make the material they are made of (brass? I'm not sure.) to tarnish and this effects the sound they make. You have to hold them upright and then when you want to get them to make a sound, you flick them forward. Not sure I'm any good at this. But, as I say, it's quite an experience, definitely a learning experience. After around 45 minutes each team had to present to the other what they had created. It was interesting to hear what the team who had used the rest of the musical instruments had produced. It had a sort of South American tango or rhumba feel to it, probably the sort of sound you'd get in Brazil or on one of the tropical islands of the Bahamas or even Cuba. My team then had a go. We'd got a good idea how to use the hand bells, with a sort of choral piece at the end. Very interesting. We will be continuing with this next week. As the impetus for the next theatre piece has begun it would be a shame for it to suddenly be stopped. After lunch there was a line run for 'Stranger Danger' and then tidying up for another group who were going to be using the theatre later.
(Wednesday) I didn't get up until around 6.40, with Alfie following me like a shadow. He's not used to having his routine changed and we eventually got out for the Eaglestone Park walk at gone 7 o'clock. No sooner had I got outside that I realised that, being Wednesday, I should have got the recycling sorted into bags. If you don't get it done in time there is a chance of the dustmen coming and this not ready in time, so it was likely to be left another week, which I don't fancy. With a heatwave forecast, it was going to become a bit smelly. So we cut short our walk and I managed to get the bags sorted and put out at the front of the house.
The day has co continued rather mixed, overcast and not a sign of the sun. According to the weather forecast on BBC Breakfast this morning, there is a heatwave across most of Europe, with high temperatures in Spain and France. We are expected to get a warmer spell over weather later this week.
I did take Alfie out, just after 7 this morning. I had another look outside and it had stopped raining so I hastily attached his lead to his harness and out we went. I couldn't really have a miserable dog left in the house when I go off to Camphill all day. Just not on. Nevertheless, it was damp and the bushes growing along the side of the path down to the park kept hitting me and making me wet with drips of water!
But . . . by 8.30 it was pouring heavily once more. I had gone out to the car briefly and it's as well we went out when we did, otherwise Alfie wouldn't be a happy chappy!
Later. It rained most of the day. I went to Camphill as usual. The traffic was going nuts as I drove on my way there. I had a phone call from Garry on the way. I've never had a mobile phone call come through the media system in the car. I had to wait until I reached the carpark at Camphill to ring back. I don't fancy getting caught using my mobile as I'm driving, but as I was stationary in the traffic it wasn't too bad, but not something I intend doing on a regular basis, or, if it comes to that, ever doing again. It was about getting the clothes hanging rail to fit in his car. Not really something I could do about it as I was about to start a day with the drama group.
The drama students were split into two groups, one working on the 'piggy' and 'wolfie' movements. I was assigned to the second group, going into the meeting room to do a brainstorming session on the 'Treasure Island' project. It was interesting to see what the residents came up with as regards ideas. I'm still not sure exactly how this is going to pan out, and neither does anyone else, but it's a really interesting exercise in what I would call a 'democratic' approach to creating a piece of theatre. Certainly different from merely being given a script and working with that. We went back into the theatre and I don't know how it happened, but one of the residents suggested dancing, and they got up on the stage and did a sort of tap dance and others followed. From this Tao, the drama leader, suggested using the musical instruments that Camphill had in one of the rooms under the stage, These instruments included all manner of musical insurgents, drums, cymbals and a set of hand bells. I was assigned to the handbell team and we remained in the theatre whilst the rest of the students went downstairs to a room called the crypt.
It was something of an experience with the hand bells. Never tried them before. I never realised you had to wear gloves because the acid which is in your sweat can make the material they are made of (brass? I'm not sure.) to tarnish and this effects the sound they make. You have to hold them upright and then when you want to get them to make a sound, you flick them forward. Not sure I'm any good at this. But, as I say, it's quite an experience, definitely a learning experience. After around 45 minutes each team had to present to the other what they had created. It was interesting to hear what the team who had used the rest of the musical instruments had produced. It had a sort of South American tango or rhumba feel to it, probably the sort of sound you'd get in Brazil or on one of the tropical islands of the Bahamas or even Cuba. My team then had a go. We'd got a good idea how to use the hand bells, with a sort of choral piece at the end. Very interesting. We will be continuing with this next week. As the impetus for the next theatre piece has begun it would be a shame for it to suddenly be stopped. After lunch there was a line run for 'Stranger Danger' and then tidying up for another group who were going to be using the theatre later.
(Wednesday) I didn't get up until around 6.40, with Alfie following me like a shadow. He's not used to having his routine changed and we eventually got out for the Eaglestone Park walk at gone 7 o'clock. No sooner had I got outside that I realised that, being Wednesday, I should have got the recycling sorted into bags. If you don't get it done in time there is a chance of the dustmen coming and this not ready in time, so it was likely to be left another week, which I don't fancy. With a heatwave forecast, it was going to become a bit smelly. So we cut short our walk and I managed to get the bags sorted and put out at the front of the house.
The day has co continued rather mixed, overcast and not a sign of the sun. According to the weather forecast on BBC Breakfast this morning, there is a heatwave across most of Europe, with high temperatures in Spain and France. We are expected to get a warmer spell over weather later this week.
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