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18 August 2013

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What a wonderful, uplifting way to spend a day. Fab!

Love the group photo of the singing group walking along.

Thinking, just recently, about coping with sadness, I wrote a bit about exercise in the outdoors as an antidote. Similarly, I've been wishing I could find time to join a choir, resolving at the very least to have music playing around me more often. And here you are, brilliantly combining the two. Lovely, lovely, lovely! And yes, I think that writing in landscape, plein air writing, would make a great focus for a workshop!

Colleen - yes, it truly was uplifting. We were, of course, very lucky with the weather. For once the frequent and heavy Devon rain, which ruins many an outside event, stayed away.

Sybil - we all agreed that the afternoon walk, with the musical interludes, was one of the best parts of the day.

Mater - I love singing with a choir but should warn you that it quickly becomes addictive! (I think it's my equivalent of running.) Meanwhile, have sounded out the idea of a writing workshop and it looks like a distinct possibility. All I have to do now is plan it and agree a date . . .

What ho from bonny Scotland! Lovely photos of Devon and beech trees - two of my favourite things in life! Looks like that was a really wonderful day and I bet the sung notes are still wafting around in the treetops! A xx

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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