I have never been amongst so many people since I went to a Liverpool football match 50 odd years ago with my dad, but here I was with about 13,000 other folk at Meatloaf’s farewell concert in the Motorpoint Arena in Sheffield. Tickets courtesy of our daughters, we stood up and clapped and cheered with them, while Meaty sobbed and shambled and shuffled his way round the stage – it was MAGNIFICENT! Its a long time since my ribs and sternum rattled and throbbed with the noise of the music. OK – so we queued up to get into the carpark and queued up to get out of the carpark – but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!
We were also treated to a night in a wonderfully different hotel – La Rosa in Whitby. Look it up if you fancy no TV, but fantastic views and breakfast brought to your room in a picnic hamper. All the furniture is recycled and secondhand and it has an ambience all of its own.
This was the view from the huge Victorian windows – there was a small balcony which would have been lovely had it been warmer and not so windy, and there were inside shutters to make it cosy.
And then lunch and playing on the beach with the grandsons – it was un bon moment as my neighbours would say.
Followed by a safe and hassle free journey back here to the cottage, I am reminded, as I often am sitting here overlooking the plum trees, that life doesn’t get any better than this.
April 26, 2013.
I must do a writers journal for my online creative writing course so I am going to copy and paste it on to here. I can’t possible write on here as well! What a woos! This is from 3rd May
The weather is pants, I am full of cold and have a racking cough and my husband has raging toothache – what a pair of old crocks we are are.
All colour has been sucked out of the view, everything is a muddy brown and grey.Where are the bright greens and the startling whites of the blackthorn and wild cherry blossom? The dense clouds have settled on the hills and threateningly in the distance I can hear the roll of thunder.