Thread: A good weekend

I don’t suppose you even noticed I was gone, but I have been having a lovely weekend. I normally spend this holiday weekend alone as the Missus spends it with her friends walking the South downs way, they do a bit each year.

This year though I had a treat. It has been the week of Bath music festival and our youngest daughter, as a music student at Bat Spa university, has been taking part. So Friday I took the train to Bath and in the early evening went to see her performing as part of a group of players on a gamalan in the early evening.

After that we went walked up through the town and watched a group performing on the bandstand in Parade Park, then went for a meal at an excellent tapas restaurant. Next we returned to Bath Abbey, where I watched a bit of a brass band performance while she got ready, and then watched her in the university choir performing the spirituals which make up the chorus of Tippet’s opera, ‘A Child of our Times’,

When we came out of The Abbey there were fireworks, which reflected beautifully in the Abbey windows, and then we just had time for a hot chocolate before going our separate ways, she to her halls and I to my hotel.

In the morning I got a bus to Wells, a little over an hour’s journey through beautiful Somerset countryside, there I booked into the Crown Hotel on the Market Place and went exploring, it is a lovely old fashioned country town, and it was market day, so I had a great time going through stalls of all sorts. I made a couple of purchases at the second hand book stall and got a couple of early Christmas presents.

My daughter, who had been at rehearsals in the Cathedral all afternoon, joined me for tea and then we walked back to the Cathedral where The Bath Philharmonic a professional baritone and soprano and the University choir performed the Trio from Act III of Rosenkavelier, Strauss’ Four Last Songs and then, for the second half, Brahms, A German Requiem.

The Cathedral is one of the most beautiful there is, and a full choir and orchestra were simply magnificent in it, the only one apparently unimpressed was the Cathedral cat, a large ginger tom, who strolled down the aisle, through the orchestra and then rolled, luxuriously, in front of the choir before leisurely returning the way he had come right at one of the most delicate parts of the performance.

This morning I was up early to catch the nine o’clock bus to Bristol for the train home, I finally got here about 3.30, watered my greenhouse, had a little lie down and then cooked something ready for the Missus to get home, tired and footsore. It has been a long, and very worthwhile weekend, and tomorrow is a Bank Holiday so a long lie in is going to be in order.

Oh, we noticed you were gone, alright. The place has been falling apart. No entries in the Limerick thread, unanswered questions about motor-bikes in the Research forum, need I go on?

Glad you had a good time, but.

Lol, Ox. Fabulous weekend Olly!