FIAT LUX! THE SEARCH BEGINS
Welcome back! The weather continues to dominate the headlines.
On the Thursday night we had had the worst thunder storm I’d heard in thirty years. On the Friday night I left the bar early after another successful live music fix because I knew another storm was brewing; plus, I needed to be up early, bright eyed & bushy tailed for the birthday girl’s big day. I walked home in a light shower and ten minutes after I lay my head on the pillow the heavens opened & the ensuing electrical storm with Keith Moon leading the percussion section made the previous night’s storm seem like a spell of ‘light drizzle’!
Saturday morning arrived hot and humid; the clouds gathered around us and at ten in the morning we had the lights on! Kim & Mal arrived from South Wales with enough food to feed a regiment around noon. We had already had more thunder & lightning and torrential rain. The rest of the family arrived – more in hope than expectation. ‘Great idea Dad, a BBQ?’
I was too polite to point out it hadn’t been my original choice for the day. At about half past two the younger, fitter family members erected the large gazebo. With about five of our party putting the finishing touches to our shelter, the heavens opened yet again. It was carnage! They were stranded. Despite the fact that the back door was only three strides away, they were cut off; any thoughts of a rescue had to shelved until the rain relented!
As I stood in the safety of our dining room I looked at their shelter. If there are any young soldiers reading this then you may have signed up under our gazebo on a recruiting day! It had been requisitioned by our son in law & still carried the honourable name and crest of the regiment. The rain stopped. Our building crew were brought back to dry land and as three o’clock approached the sun broke through the clouds!
The rest of my wife’s birthday is a bit of a blur; the drink continued to flow; the BBQ food was superb & was supplemented by a few dozen extras that Lynne had thought might be needed if the weather stubbornly refused to play ball. When everyone went home many hours later we thanked our lucky stars that Mal had brought the gazebo. It had shaded us from the sun and prevented the grand-kids’ delicate young skins from getting burnt. Who would have thought that at half past two!
If you recall I was on a trip down memory lane on Monday. David Maunder; Chris Walker; Tony Longdon; Roger Raisey & Peter Vooght had their names taken on the register at The Barge. I joined them about half an hour later than planned. The weather was beautiful; all threat of thunder had receded. I decided to walk from our house to the pub by the canal. I reckoned it would take me forty minutes; but my legs are shorter these days as I get older & it took an hour.
There were a couple of others who had provided a sick note, but would certainly be available if we arranged to meet up again. We six had a thoroughly enjoyable hour or so, chatting and filling in some of the gaps in our lives since we last saw one another in Wingfield Road, Trowbridge all those years ago. Since then we have contacted several more students and although we have stopped short of calling it a ‘reunion’ we will definitely have some informal get togethers while we still can. The search is on for the remainder of the class of ’61!
The book promotions on Twitter through BooksGoSocial and all its associated sites continue apace. The Orangeberry Book Tour is slowing down now but no matter; I have plenty more irons in the fire these days and I’m rejuvenated. Roll on October, when I start writing the next novel!
It’s Friday evening; so I’m off out in a few minutes for an evening of loud rock music. The night is warm and dry. Happy days! Tomorrow lunch time we’re off to have a meal with my brother in law. A late birthday treat for Lynne. Family means so much to both of us and we’re off to Bridport in a week or so to meet up with other family members who we haven’t seen in far too long! Before you know it we’ll be in that holiday cottage in West Wales with Kim & Mal. Tempus fugit! Heck, where did all this Latin come from? It must have been meeting up with all those former classmates.
Keep smiling & I’ll be back in a week or two with all the latest news!