July 28th, 2021

Clarinet.

Only 10 Minutes ... But ...

I am really pleased with myself!

I actually played both my clarinet & saxophone for 5 minutes each, and that was the first time in 19 months.  So am pleased to have done something at long last.  Both getting back into my long-term hobbies, but also trying to get my breathing soted out (thus a short time, but I will try to keep going now I have done day #1)  Nick bought me a book of clarinet music as part of my birthday present, so I am determined (on so many levels) to get playing again.

Clinic was busy today.  Only one weirdo in the bunch, but he was a super-weirdo!!!!

Now I have more photos to edit before posting some more her ... and, yes, I will try and catch up later.  But, before I go -


28. Musician you would like to see live if you had the chance?

Guess who!  I have already seen him!

I would like to have seen Beethoven conduct some of his work, as I love his music, and he was such a complex person, with a terrible diasbility.
William

Wordsworth - In Two Parts

I am not great at actually remembering poetry, but I do know as a child we studied, and were meant to have learnt the famous poem by William Worsworth

Here it is, for those who like me, don't know it!!

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.



Well he lived his life in The Lake District, and there were 3 houses that he lived in open for public ... although I only got to see the one.  That was the one that he was born in, and lived in for 9 years, in Cockermouth -

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I also went to Grasmere - and this is "The Daffodil Garden". Obviously I was there in the wrong time of year, but this is apparently where he got the inspiration for the poem

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And, this is his grave

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The Church and village

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