I haven't been to many classical performances being a diddly eye person, so we felt very cultured listening to this. Superb musicians. Then there was Seamus, introduced by his friend from schooldays Des Kavanagh, who is a member of my poetry group. It was all very personal, and Seamus' readings reflected the nature of the evening. He not only read from his new collection Human Chain, but chose older poems from times spent in Galway or were otherwise meaningful.
I was one of the editors of Behind the Masks so will be reading a poem - but not my own. Each of the editors will read someone else's poem.
Joe's been given an evening off poetry - he's done his stint for this week.
Water water everywhere. Again. The small river was roaring all through the night. I like that sound. It's constant and soothing. We've a few waterfalls on the river and that's what makes the most noise.
|Below the waterfall in the garden|
|Looking across the hills from the gateway up the track.|
This photo suggests more rain to come.
Hope it's not a foretaste of what the winter might bring.
Richard Mabey, it comes from the short, bitten-off look of the rootstock. The name scabious is better though. It was a medicinal plant for scabies which is also known as sarcoptic mange. My god. I think I'd rather have scabies than sarcoptic mange.