I haven’t posted for ages as things have been pretty tough and the rollercoaster of life was going to get a whole lot worse from week 19. However, I did continue to put the photos together, I was just too superstitious, for whatever reason, to post them. But now I’m going to as life has got a whole lot better.
Another early morning for the Littlest, a striking scarlet lily beetle, the Littlest looking for our noisy woodpecker chicks, a mayfly, our Boy at his first confirmation with his school chaplain at Bishop’s, stunning early morning view across the fields, the Tribe at Mottisfont.
A slightly random post, but let’s face it, words are pretty crucial in our daily lives and given the recent introduction of ‘alternative facts’ to the political landscape, perhaps some of those in the higher echelons of power should choose their words more carefully. But I digress. The Boy recently had a long list of words to learn for English – learn the meaning, learn the spelling, write a sentence using the word. You know the sort of thing. He showed FoTT and me the list and we both admitted to not knowing the meaning of all the words. And that led us to looking the words’ meaning up and subsequently, I have found my personal ‘wow’ word:
The word ‘petrichor’ comes from the Greek ‘petra’ meaning stone and ‘ichor’, the liquid that runs in the veins of gods in Greek mythology. How beautiful is that? There is a load of fascinating science discovered by a couple of Australian scientists in the 1960s, who were studying the smells of wet weather (what a wonderful job that must have been!), but most importantly they coined the term ‘petrichor’. So evocative.
Talking about the beauty of words, one of the Tribe found a magical book called Lost in Translation in her Christmas stocking last year. It’s a compendium of untranslatable words from around the world by Ella Frances Sanders. It makes you realise how many languages have such wonderful words for specific things – words that have no comparative word in English. It’s a lovely book to dip into. Here are a couple of our favourites.
My favourite Welsh word is ‘hwyl’ meaning ‘a stirring feeling of emotional motivation and energy,; I define it as ‘a passion for life’. Enough said.
(A big thank you to Bishop Wordsworth’s English department – I’m not sure how much the boys enjoy the word lists, but I certainly have!)
It was supposed to be a family evening out, but with this virus continuing to be passed around the Tribe, the Littlest had handed the ‘bug baton’ to GD and given that I had a serious case of cabin fever, Father of the Tribe took over the role of head nurse, so it was a part-family evening. I had decided to take the Littlest as well as the others after she had watched the CBeebies version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream (completely brilliant and worth watching), rather a lot while in the sick bay at home, and was utterly transfixed by it. How can a five year old not love the play? There are fairies, lots of mischief and the main character is called ‘Bottom’!
The location for the evening was the Boy’s school, Bishop Wordsworth in Salisbury and sitting on the Headmaster’s Lawn, in the shadow of the cathedral spire as the sky gradually darkened, the magic was already there. With everyone eating their picnics in family groups it felt as though we were watching a rather personal performance.
The Rain or Shine Theatre Company, a professional touring theatre company whose aim is ‘to bring classical professional theatre into the heart of local communities at an affordable price’. They were utterly fabulous with the actors taking on multiple roles on stage and backstage. The Littlest’s favourite was definitely Nick Bottom (Rob Leetham) – he was very, very funny. I rather liked Hermia (Emmeline Braefield) and Helena (Pippa Meekings), particularly feisty young women, a fabulously camp Demetrius (John Cooper-Evans) and beautifully played Lysander (Matt Ferriman). Then again the fairies were all wonderful and Puck (Rob Keeves) particularly naughty.
All in all a lovely evening – well done to the BWSPA for organising the evening and we will return next year to watch Twelfth Night, hopefully with a full complement of the Tribe.