No difficulty at all in spotting Lisa. The stripey clothes were a dead give away! Anyway, the evening was superb. Lisa and Cloud are every bit as lovely as they appear to be in their blogs. Lisa told me she had told colleagues they were meeting friends at the weekend - only they had not met these friends - ie me and Reidski -before. Humm, this blogging stuff must seem seriously weird to those who have far better things to do with their time. But the thing is we were friends...straight away and it was so easy talking and laughing with them. (Oh god, now I've written that I have visions of their conversation as they walked home...."Weren't they both perfectly awful? Especially her!" Let's hope not!)
We had a bit of a walk today up in Derbyshire with stunning views of the English countryside (and of the M1 Motorway). We were lured along a country lane with promises of a well dressing but well, we found no well. It's O.K tiny Derbyshire village of Ault Hucknall...we've gone now...you can bring your well out of hiding.But we couldn't help but notice that it was absolutely scorching hot and that walking and searching for non-existant wells be they dressed or totally naked was just plain silly when we were so very close to this wonderful pub which just happened to sell ice cold drinks and great ploughmans lunches.
Post script: I thought I should find a picture of a well dressing and here one is:
Umm, now I actually know what one looks like I feel rather foolish. Reidski dearest..doesn't this picture look very like that thing we walked past in that churchyard?? I thought they used flowers and stuff,and used them to decorate -well - a well. But well, what do I know ehh?
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For a Well-Dressing in Derbyshire you have to go to Eyam. The place where they got the plague.
Well, JJ, yes I do feel, um, well stupid.
But I also felt well good after our wonderful weekend and the wonderful evening with Lisa and Cloud.
Well, well, well ...
Hee hee hee. I remember being dragged along to an evening walk through oodles of well-dressings (that probably WAS Eyam). I was confused as well (I was only 12 mind)
Yes we had FABULOUS evening and just want to say sorry for not being online yesterday to make that clearer straight away! It was totally ace to meet you and dead glad you enjoyed the pub and the meal (though its hard not to enjoy a curry when it costs that much including a drinkable wine!)
Being a blogger is now like doing National Service with reunions in pubs and talk of the good old days. You are showing how the Internet can enrich people's lives in very human ways.
Unwell undressing is when vandals from down south (Northampton and London) desecrate the traditional floral work in remote Derbyshire villages.
Of course colleagues don't understand. The thing is, I don't want to spend time outside work with my colleagues, who are very nice etc but talk about boring. There's this group whose only conversation is Heat magazine, Big Brother and clothes. Okay, we all have our interests but they don't seem to have a clue how obsessed they sound. It would be like I talked only about opera and football and assumed that they would be interested. There's no conversations about eg quirky human behaviour, the natural world, challenging thought whatever...
The trick is to balance all those types of topics and not feel you have to be always the same. I'm pretty open, but I know I'm on dodgy ground expecting certain levels of conversation from, say, work colleagues in much the same way as I wouldn't expect other topics to be popular conversation starters in other environments. Not out of stereotypes or expectations but because I have learnt from bitter experience the blank looks I can generate or the horror when I don't appear to agree with them.
We're all obsessed with our own sweet things anyway. I'm probably jsut a bit more open and predictable about mine...
I went to Eyam Steve a few years ago. School assemblies about the sacrifices they made in that village are the only ones I can remember to this day. The sheer numbers of cottages where inhabitants died was really moving.
Reidski, we are both completely hopeless. But it would have been worse had we asked the woman stood next to the well dressing where we could see the well dressing.
Lisa, I still haven't got over how good the chianti that came with the meal was. I haven't eaten that well at that price since 1976!
YP, we look forward to a pint and a chinwag with you one of these fine days.
Gert, my colleagues only talk about their grandchildren. It would at least make me feel so much younger if only some of them were not younger than me!
Lisa, you are never predictable and that is part of your charm!
Hee hee hee. the only predictable thing about me is my unpredictability...
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