On Sunday I cycled up the Monsal Trail with children, teenagers and adults from Quaker meeting and had a picnic in our garden. There was sunshine, slacklining, table tennis, boules, plate spinning, dinky toys, crokinole, home made brownies and cake. A mobile phone was spotted only once - when someone's mother rang to say she was on her way on her bike. (She'd been at Meeting while we'd been frolicking in May.)
Tuesday I cycled up Longstone Edge and only had to get off and walk for twenty yards.
Wednesday I saw my homeopath and told her I was feeling BETTER!
Then there was delicious home made soup at Mary's house with Mary's husband, when we talked about this and that and Mary, and on the way home I did not cry because Mary had not been there.
Thursday morning was sax lesson when I delighted Mel with good playing and the story of me and the burly firemen.
Thursday afternoon Liz and I went to Buxton to see a film we both enjoyed a lot - Grandma, starring Lily Tomlin. Last week the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden. This week the Buxton Opera House.
Not really. The film was in the Pavilion Arts Centre round the back, but I wanted to show you the Opera House.
I recommend the film - it had everything in it I liked - comedy, drama, love, interesting women, a sexy man, love. When I got home I read the reviews and came across a reference to the Bechdel Test. Have you heard of it? It asks whether a work of fiction features at least two women who talk to each other about something other than a man. What really interests me is that films that pass the test make more money than those that don't.
Yesterday we went for a wonderful long family walk through lush green countryside, that included this view of the Monsal trail:
Today it's Derbyshire Open Arts weekend and Dave and I are visiting some exhibits.
Life is good.