Tonight we were going to see Hannah Scott at The Maltings. It was to be an outside gig. We were really looking forward to it. Then, first thing this morning, I had an email to say that, due to the weather forecast of torrential rain, the gig had been moved inside. The Maltings is very keen on people wearing masks inside.
We decided not to go.
Instead, we had a late lunch at Bel and the Dragon in Churt.
It was our first restaurant meal since getting back. We had a lovely meal (I ended with one of their perfect espresso Martinis, as usual) before heading back home.
I’m thinking that outdoor things are thriving. In fact, the Sculpture Park across the road from the restaurant was doing a roaring trade. The car park was full and there were cars lining the road for ages.
And the weather was beautiful. The morning clouds had rolled away revealing beautiful blue sky and the sun beamed down. It would have been the perfect evening for an outside concert. Such a shame.
Not such a shame when it came to the local paper. I wrote a letter last week and it was published.
I listened to the Letters tracks of both the studio and remote versions of the Talking Newspaper but neither of them read my letter. That’s a bit disappointing.
