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Hollinsclough is one of  the most northerly villages in Staffordshire. Until today I had not been there. But I had been to the top of the limestone peak beyond the village sign. It's called Chrome Hill and millions of years ago it was a coral reef in some primordial ocean. It was nice to see that the village's Methodist chapel (built 1801) was open to visitors. I went inside where I stood in the pulpit and opened "The Bible" at Isaiah: "Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!"  My imaginary congregation quivered in their pews. This is a barn door that caught my eye in Hollinsclough - mostly because of the way it was illuminated:- And here's another view of Chrome Hill from, I think, the hamlet of Coatestown. I frequently think of our drystone walls as intricate works of art even thiugh they were made by practical men of the land to enclose fi...

I’m Fairly indifferent to the music  But with my old friend Ruth in tow, we manned the door and counted in seventy odd souls from Trelawnyd to enjoy the night.  I faded around eleven after night shift, but left enough dancing away It was lovely to have the 2 village Ukrainian Families cater for us all with real Ukrainian finger food  They were our special guests  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/enU70Cm

 Growing means that God has me where He wants me even if that’s not where I want to be. Growing means that I loosen my hold on the reins. Growing means that I simply aim to be present. Being present in the present is one of the hardest lessons to learn. It means I don’t take on tomorrow’s problems. It means that I enjoy the day. I enjoy the simplicity of a hot cup of coffee relishing the bold aroma as it hits my nose. It means greeting my rambunctious puppy with kisses and lots of attention. It means letting the dewy grass massage my toes in the early morning. Growing means letting go of worry to bask in my surroundings. Growing means giving up something so I can gain more.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/MGVbTWL

In the mid 1980s I went to see Les Miserables on my own in London. I was twenty three or so A very gauche and young twenty three. I saw the production with the original cast.  Colm Wilkinson, Patti LuPone, Michael Ball, Frances Ruffelle but non affected me more than the chocolate voiced Roger Allam as the policeman Javert. His performance and voice was captivating. In a couple of weeks time I’m taking Janet to see the Les Mis revival at the Sondheim.  It’s for our  birthday We’ve hopefully squeezed it in between rail strikes and fuck me I managed to get us two rooms at the lovely Mimi Hotel in Soho.  I had cocktails there with Nu a while ago A Stuart Clarke is apparently playing Javert at the moment He looks about 12 from Going Gently https://ift.tt/I4myV7u