Pride And Prejudice

 


What a delightful evening 
A Thai meal followed by a camp production of Pride And Prejudice in the Grosvenor Park open air theatre
Where everything felt right including a bearded rotund Howard Chadwick gliding on stage as Lady Catherine De Bourge. 
The romantic and lovely drama was turned into a gentle comedy of manners and relationships and it was lovely to laugh and be moved by the words of Austen even when they were played sweetly and with humour





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Letwell

Today I was out east of Sheffield where Yorkshire meets Nottinghamshire. Basically, I was capturing a bunch of squares I had missed for the Geograph project.  There was no opportunity to plot a  circular route as per usual and though I did walk a couple of miles, mostly I relied upon Clint to taxi me around.

Arguably, at the top of this blogpost is the best picture I snapped all day. I took seven photos of St Peter's Church, Letwell but I judge this to be the most pleasing one.

After Letwell, I travelled a couple of miles to Langold . This settlement was conceived in the nineteen twenties to service Firbeck Colliery. That coal mine was productive for forty years but by the late sixties its demise became inevitable for geological reasons. More than sixty miners  died in Firbeck Colliery. There were far safer mines in the region.

At two thirty in the afternoon, I  noticed that the local fish and chip shop was open so I treated myself to a small portion of chips with a sausage and a can of Diet Coke. Afterwards, I had a look round the well-kept village cemetery before heading back to Tickhill and the road home to Sheffield.

Back in the city, I stopped off at the New Era Square  development south of the city centre to photograph the pandas. Funded by Chinese investors, the zone includes apartment blocks, eateries and other modern businesses. Sheffield attracts a lot of Chinese students though I am not sure how the damned coronavirus has affected their enthusiasm.



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Fruit

 To bear fruit

I must be pruned

In surrender

Silent and still

In growing

Learn

That the wait

Produces

The harvest

Of my soul



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A Tree Called Nigel

 

One of the smaller goals in my days is to be able to name all of the trees I see.
Apart from some of the old favourites, I am woefully bad at recognising species, and so every morning when we are out for our “ big” walk when I see a tree I don’t recognise I will grab a leaf from it and take it home to pour over google or as a last resort use the free Woodlands Trust Name a Tree App in order to name that tree.


This morning as I was snapping a few leaves from a tree just off the path, I caught the eye of a passing dog Walker and felt the need to explain what I was doing.
“ I’m trying to name all the trees down the walkway” I told him
And the man nodded and smiled politely and walked on.
Much later as we ambled back to Bluebell, limp leaves in hand we passed the man again,
He pointed to a large Beech tree in the corner of a nearby field “ Do you know this one’s name? “
I was about to show off with the answer  , albeit with the humility of “ I think” preceding it  when he beat me to the punch
He’s called Nigel” the man said with a chuckle


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