Back at Lulworth Cove

We were smitten with Lulworth Cove and returned there today. The sun shone and I made it to the top of the local coastal path albeit with a few stops on the way. After that we had a picnic on the beach. But then the weather had changed and it was raining. So the day ended with yet more rain. The forecast is terrible and  an emergency alert has been issued. Anne has just checked and we are going to a pantomime at Bournemouth tomorrow. Only the theatre is at the end of the pier. Gives a whole new meaning to Dame Wishy-Washy - it is Aladdin after all. There are forecast to be thirty foot waves.

I have been remiss reciting my dealing with the Open University. I started a course on Listening to Music in October. Not my kind of thing at all. I do not need telling over two or three weeks that different orchestras and conductors make the same piece of music sound different. So I abandoned them. I have just finished reading John Eliot Gardiner's book on Bach which is much more my kind of thing. Really first rate. But it did make me realise that Michael was not interested in Bach. All the CDs we have were bought by me. What Michael liked was chamber music, especially quartets and especially Haydn and Mozart. Which accounts in a way for him playing the viol in quartets and quintets.

Anyway I spent the very wet afternoon, tracking down what Radio 3 Building a CD Library had to say about different versions of Bach's Passions and making notes. I spent a lot of time listening on the iPad      to various versions. A happy time. Next week will be spent weaving on the Megado to meet the Convergence deadline.