Arty Heath

June Whitfield died today aged 93. She was an extraordinary performer having been in the entertainment business for 72 years playing all manner of roles. Her first big break was on radio in 1953 following which she never looked back.

While she’ll be very much missed, we still have a lot of June Whitfield, both in sound and visuals to see forever.

Our day was spent mostly indoors (apart from shopping) while the eternal DBA continues to make it’s way towards journeys end. After lunch, though, we went to Farnham Heath for some fresh air and a rejuvenating walk.

The day was a bit grey

We started off at the dew pond which, according to Mirinda, was bone dry in the summer. Things have moved on a bit since the drought conditions we experienced back then and the pond has clearly been collecting rain as well as dew.

Though grey, it wasn’t cold

Most of the walk was spent in discussing Mirinda’s thesis; the direction its going and how she can reduce the word count. This is always the problem with Mirinda’s work. Whenever I have a piece of work with a word count, I just work towards the total then stop. Mirinda is quite the opposite. She writes and writes and writes then despairs because she has to cut half of it.

Anyway, with the thesis, it’s not that difficult because the piece has to be quite narrow in scope and any wider research she has can be used for future pieces and ‘…subsequently meant for publication’ as Cecily would say.

It seems that every time I go to Farnham Heath, I notice a new piece of art. Last time it was the big wing; this time it was five ceramic cylinders with wildlife painted on them.

They all revolve so I wondered if they are somehow related to Buddhist prayer wheels. Just in case they were, I gave them a spin and sent a wish skyward.

I subsequently discovered that they are part of the Heathland Artworks exhibition and were made by Katie Greenwood. They are beautiful and represent species that may be seen on the Heath. Katie has an Instagram account here. I love her work.

After our delightful walk, we were inexorably drawn to visiting the pub at Tilford on the way home. I think it was the pull of the lights across the green.

Barley Mow calling us

It’s such a lovely pub, particularly at this time of year and after a walk. And we weren’t alone. Quite a few other family groups were enjoying the ambience and fussing over our puppies. Mind, Emma wasn’t that impressed.

“When are we going home?”

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