I went to a private viewing of this exhibition, thanks to Tony Friend of College Hill (latterly Instinctif).
It was a very convivial corporate hospitality event in that grand foyer of the British Museum…
…so much so, that I felt very much in the minority when I took a good look around the exhibition. There was plenty of time to eat, drink, be merry and see the wonderful show.
This was a fun play with enough drama in it to keep us thoughtfully entertained.
Tracy-Ann Oberman (formerly of our NewsRevue parish – or at least the SportsRevue version is always superb value, as is Michael Attenborough, having a go in an even smaller house than the Almeida for once.
It’s not easy to get Janie up into town on a Wednesday evening. But this opportunity to hear a harpsichord recital by Trevor Pinnock was too good to miss.
And boy was it good.
A fascinating programme for the evening, starting in the 16th century and working deep into the 18th.
For those who don’t click, it is music by Antonio de Cabezón, William Byrd, Thomas Tallis, John Bull, Girolamo Frescobaldi, Johann Sebastian Bach, George Frideric Handel, Domenico Scarlatti and Antonio Soler.
Many and varied.
Below is a YouTube sound piece of the Antonio de Cabezón we heard:
Below is an interview with Pinnock about his “Journey” project:
He talks so sensibly and knowledgeably in that interview, as indeed he did when explaining the recital to us on the night.
Anyway, that concert in October 2013 was a delicious as well as interesting listen and such an honour to see Trevor Pinnock perform those works up close.
A strangely sinister play this one, about a young couple of expats in Dubai who get themselves into difficulties and fall foul of some older, exploitative expats.
The story seemed somewhat extreme, although apparently it is possible to get into extreme difficulties in Dubai and similar places and some young people do thus get exploited.
A weird and dark play about an extreme capitalist. We like Dennis Kelly’s plays – they are always entertaining with dark twists and lots to think about. This one was no exception.
Writing up this play now (march 2018), in our Brexit/Trump infused society, the play seems very relevant and prescient.
The fine actor Tom Brooke seems to thrive on Dennis Kelly plays. Actually the whole cast was good. I think this was our first sighting of Ned Bennett’s work as a director (assisting Vicky Featherstone on this one) – our next sighting being the tremendous Pomona at the Orange Tree – even weirder:
But if anyone is really so interested they want to try and decipher my scrawl and check that I have really typed up what I might have really be trying to say, here are scans of the hand-written logs; Part One covers the period of the first photo album, Part Two…:
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Rose early. Read, packed, took tea/coffee, showered and took breakfast.
Finish packing – said our fond farewells to all at Kaya Mawa.
McDonald took us to the airport where Cameron awaited us with just one other couple & the small plane, a Cessna Six (just about) seater. Nice couple Tom and Nicole have been in Zambia Mozambique. We should be travelling with them all the way to London I suspect but fortunately they are not like the Taylors.
Nicole scrunches into the back after long-legged Tom takes the front seat and we take the pair. We fly low and smoothly – Daisy takes pictures as does Tom.
It’s a bit bumpy on final descent (we had been warned) .
We have no formalities at the other end, as we’ve already cleared into Malawi, while the other two need to go through customs and border control. Meanwhile we collect our bags and are ably assisted through to immigration by our eager Wilderness rep, for whom a $5 tip seem to be transformative.
Security formalities at Lilongwe was a sticky affair but this time our SAA flight seems to be an on-time thing.
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Rose early – Martin brought his coffee at 6:15 and said goodbye to us.
Daisy watershed at seven under the very patient tutelage of Josh. She tried many many times (I didn’t count but guess 15 times) the antepenultimate go nearly worked, the penultimate one was yet another epic fail but the last go, albeit just a few seconds much of the pleasure of the English (Cornish) couple I was chatting with by that time…and it transpired most of the other Kaya Mawa guests who was spectating from the comfort of their rooms. Daisy reckons she’s got the idea of waterskiing out of her system now.
Back to the room for shower and then down to breakfast. After breakfast we read a while, observing that the water remain calm and the day quite cloudy – so we went down to snorkel c11:15 and snorkelled from the other beach to the main beach via the small island the latter of which seem to be the best source of diverse fish colours and species.
Time to make tea and read some more before lunch.
Then lunch comprising a butternut squash and was with soda bread and seed bun (of which we ate little) followed by a very tasty chicken salad with honey coconut pesto thing.
Michelle presented Daisy with her headbands, which pleased her a lot, plus some small gift bags.
Plenty of time for more reading and enjoying the hazy afternoon on our decks before a sundowner and get ready for the evening.
Then down for an early evening drink – Michelle and Richard join us for quite a while.
Then dinner of poached pear, parmesan & bacon. Then a chicken curry kebab style (I’m sure Richard had promised fish) followed by the bread-and-butter pudding slightly different style but especially good with coconut ice cream. We drank the delightful Chardonnay/ Pinot Noir blend we have enjoyed a few times.
Early night.
Our guard frog was too upset that we are leaving even to come and see us that night.
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Rose early. Read. Took coffee. Read. To breakfast.
Chatted briefly with Nick, nice saffer gentleman who wondered about my journal and stuff. They have a game reserve in the north east of South Africa – game hunting, tobacco farming, maze farming and much besides. Sounds as though their farm is the size of this island!
After breakfast we kayak – more to Daisy’s taste than mine.
Then Daisy tried to paddleboard, quite successfully (just one fall) then we watch Richard and John waterski from the hammock, which was a less appetising place to sit than we had imagined.
Both Richard and especially John seemed very proficient.
Daisy arranged to have a go tomorrow early when it was less choppy.
Read a while before lunch.
Butter bean purée with basil and honey soda bread followed by haloumi salad. We requested an audience with chef Richard & had a good chat with him in the quiet lunch area.
Read, vegged and relaxed the afternoon away very pleasantly – reading Mansfield Park on the Kindle in my case.
We see our guard frog again as the sun is going down that she seems unsure whether to guard from the outside or the inside. He seems to have given up squatting on the daisies hat. Anyway we’re not sure whether to name him grandpa (grams) or Fido because he thinks he’s a dog.
Gramps…Fido…
Go down for an early evening glass of wine, very pleasant in bar area, then a dinner of butternut squash filled crispy wonton starter followed by pork in a wine and mushroom and almond sauce and veg. Nice saffer pinotage to wash it all down.
Ended up coming down to lunch quite late and were exiled to the Mango Tree! The starter of spicy hummus followed by chambo on a tasty fried rice with dried fruits, pine nuts etc was very good. Chatted with”Agent Honour” for awhile about flights and stuff.
More reading on our lovely decks.
We also went and had a look at a viewing point that afternoon A view from the viewing point. As is the headline photo of this pieceBeautiful plumage
Too soon, it starts to get dark – we thought about having a late swim but by the time the idea came up again it was too late.
We go down early for a predinner drink and the local singing dancing troop. We bumped into Richard and John running in the other direction with some pre-pre-dinner drinks, clearly keen to avoid the show.
It is a much steamer evening than before – very still.
We join the singing dancing for a couple of numbers. This time no one else joins in.
Daisy is unimpressed by the agents, especially the ones who plonk themselves at the front of the deck. We work up a good sweat dancing two numbers.
After the show, Richard and John re-emerge. They join us and we discuss cricket, corruption and polyhalite mining, like you do.
Then to dinner. The starter was a cold avocado soup with spicy crackers. The main beef with a rich wine and mushroom sauce, with layered potato cakes and sesame carrots for Hippity. Chocolate fondant thingy was surprisingly and a real rarity of a disappointing dish. Still another excellent meal and then to bed.
Put fan on for the first time in days as it was really sticky. Lots of lake flies too.
