Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Preparing for the feast under the mistletoe.
Another late morning for us.....lots of sleep.
This afternoon we thought we would get the main part of household shopping done - just bread, milk, veg and fruit remain which needs to be bought fresh every few days.
It was pouring with rain and we set off to East Grinstead to see what Aldi could provide for our festive season.
Now I can respond positively to the question "What will you be having for Christmas dinner?"
We will be having turkey, duck, goose and chicken! Four layers of meat and a layer of stuffing rolled to make a large joint. It should keep us well fed for a few days.
Our plan had been to call on my sister in law after shopping was done.
It was dark by then (half past four) and still pouring with rain.
We didn't take the most obvious route and ended up on the Tunbridge Wells road. But that was fine...we could drop down to Dormansland (home of many an ancestor 150 years ago) and then turn into the lane we wanted.
But it was dark and raining....bright headlights dazzled our vision and we didn't find the road.
We decided to return to East Grinstead and go back home.
We remembered that even in the light we often miss the drive way to sister in law's house.
Tomorrow can be a day of calling on people and delivering our little flowering plants with which we celebrate local kinships and friendships. Better work out a good route and take a diary so that we can promise to call back on people after Christmas when we will have more time and I will have less germs.
Now back to yesterday evening. As predicted the photos were not really good....nay, even quite poor, some of them.
The light was poor and I didn't want to use flash....and those dancers would keep moving about!
But here are a few to give you a flavour.
The Broadwood Morris Men.
They will be performing outside various pubs over Christmas and New Year, so we will go and enjoy them again.
I think I have captured colour, movement and joy.
This group of dancers is Magog.
Maypole dancing.
Martin Wyndham Read.
I do recall him from my teenage years when I was a member of the Crawley folk club.
The huge ball of mistletoe was lit up for the entire evening.
The dragon and flute.
After our Christmas carol singing, the music continued as performers and audience mingled, some danced together, and each person waited for their piece of the mistletoe ball.
And here's me with my mistletoe....lots of lots of berries; so maybe I shall get lots and lots of kisses!
Looking forward to hanging it on Friday - Winter Solstice is my time to decorate and celebrate.
This afternoon we thought we would get the main part of household shopping done - just bread, milk, veg and fruit remain which needs to be bought fresh every few days.
It was pouring with rain and we set off to East Grinstead to see what Aldi could provide for our festive season.
Now I can respond positively to the question "What will you be having for Christmas dinner?"
We will be having turkey, duck, goose and chicken! Four layers of meat and a layer of stuffing rolled to make a large joint. It should keep us well fed for a few days.
Our plan had been to call on my sister in law after shopping was done.
It was dark by then (half past four) and still pouring with rain.
We didn't take the most obvious route and ended up on the Tunbridge Wells road. But that was fine...we could drop down to Dormansland (home of many an ancestor 150 years ago) and then turn into the lane we wanted.
But it was dark and raining....bright headlights dazzled our vision and we didn't find the road.
We decided to return to East Grinstead and go back home.
We remembered that even in the light we often miss the drive way to sister in law's house.
Tomorrow can be a day of calling on people and delivering our little flowering plants with which we celebrate local kinships and friendships. Better work out a good route and take a diary so that we can promise to call back on people after Christmas when we will have more time and I will have less germs.
Now back to yesterday evening. As predicted the photos were not really good....nay, even quite poor, some of them.
The light was poor and I didn't want to use flash....and those dancers would keep moving about!
But here are a few to give you a flavour.
The Broadwood Morris Men.
They will be performing outside various pubs over Christmas and New Year, so we will go and enjoy them again.
I think I have captured colour, movement and joy.
This group of dancers is Magog.
Maypole dancing.
Martin Wyndham Read.
I do recall him from my teenage years when I was a member of the Crawley folk club.
The huge ball of mistletoe was lit up for the entire evening.
The dragon and flute.
After our Christmas carol singing, the music continued as performers and audience mingled, some danced together, and each person waited for their piece of the mistletoe ball.
And here's me with my mistletoe....lots of lots of berries; so maybe I shall get lots and lots of kisses!
Looking forward to hanging it on Friday - Winter Solstice is my time to decorate and celebrate.
