I just wanted to compare photos of how the main border looks now and how in was in the summer. At the moment there are some bulbs in leaf but not a lot else. Lots of bear soil, nothing like in June.
I just wanted to compare photos of how the main border looks now and how in was in the summer. At the moment there are some bulbs in leaf but not a lot else. Lots of bear soil, nothing like in June.
I published a post about this Viburnum on 10th March 2021 when I wrote about the "Viburnum Revived". This was after it was attacked by Viburnum beetle that in 2010 was rated the number one pest by the RHS. It was two years ago that I had asked our tree man to take it away. This was how it looked then.
Fortunately his advice about using pyrethrum did the trick and saved this lovely shrub. This year the Viburnum has flowered better than ever as the photo at the top and below shows. At this time of year it makes such a great picture.
This was the first time I had seen one of my favourite singer songwriters on UK tv. Freya Ridings performed Weekends from her upcoming second album Blood Orange. She was accompanied by an eight piece band which promises well for the new songs. She then talked to Graham Norton and the other guests. I had seen her on YouTube where she appeared at Glastonbury in 2019. I have to wait until May when the new album is released.
Full of 17th century atmosphere, the story had good pace and was always interesting. It alternates between 1643 and 1703 by which time Thomas Treadwater has nearly reached the ripe old age of eighty despite a nasty wound from the civil war and burns we hear about later in the book. There is a lot about witches early on. Thomas forms a relationship with Chrissa Moore, originally suspected as one.
Thomas has a sister called Esther and it is her background that forms a big part of a surreal story of shipwrecks and a monster. Strangely, the poet John Milton features heavily later on as the last fifty pages turn into a tense thriller. I preferred the earlier parts where the prose was much better.
A typically light domestic drama first published in 1968 but set unequivocally in the early sixties. (Later there is a cafe with a jukebox). A large extended family live in claustrophobic isolation in Quane, a place not far from London and surrounded by beech woods. Cressy (short for Cressida) is a naive nineteen year old who is looking to break away. Somehow she manages to get a job in an antiques shop run by the wonderful brother and sister Toby and Alexia. We do not hear enough about them. Both very good looking but happy in their own company.
On the scene is the more mature David, another local still living with his mother Midge, who turns out to be the best of all the characters in the book. Nell Stapleforth "had given up the idea of David as a husband, but liked her dog to get our into the country". It is the relationship between David and Cressy that turns out to be the main thrust of the story. Midge thinks Cressy "too simple, too lazy" and we could add a lot more derogatory comments, particularly about her lack of culinary skills.
David's elderly father hardly appears but his worry about money rings true: "You know what old people are like about touching capital". Elizabeth Taylor's vocabulary and phrasing is truly remarkable, often witty, always interesting. Her prose seems so modern for her time. Words I didn't know included "caryatid", "proselyte", "accidie", "inimical" and "etiolated". The Wedding Group of the title is actually a piece of Wedgwood.
I thought the latest book from Salley Vickers was the least successful of all the other five I have read. I came across the author when book club chose "The Cleaner of Chartres". I don't think I was the only one who was disappointed. Two argumentative sisters take on an old mansion in a small village. Like the sisters, the locals are all pretty boring people. Nothing much happens. A nice enough story, undemanding after Colm Toibin's "The Magician". A mention of Rosemary Sutcliffe's "Eagle of the Ninth", the only prize I ever won at school. Elderly Phyllis explains " love is a flexible matter at best". But I did find that my asters are called Michaelmas Daisies.
There are a couple of pages in David Thomson's How to Watch a Movie that discussed one of my all time favourite films: Locke. The fact that he devotes so much space to such a small film is unprecedented. In the chapter "Alone Together" he says " How can there be a movie with only a single character on screen who never gets out of his car". He goes on to describe the film and, about Ivan Locke played by Tom Hardy he says "He is inventive, brilliant, sympathetic without being ingratiating". He goes on "Locke is written and directed by Steven Knight, and I give him great credit" and finally "No film I've seen in recent years is more eloquent on where we are now, and on how alone we feel".
I found it hard to imagine that such a respected film critic and historian would have the same feelings about this film as I do. So I have to say this has been quite emotional. This is what I said back in 2014.
I always post my film
reviews in threes. So it takes something special to deserve it's own listing.
And Locke was indeed very special. Not only is it an excellent movie
in it's own right, but I cannot remember a film that portrays so well it's theme
of construction. And I cannot recall a movie that has the industry that was my
career as a dominant part of the story.
We only see one actor on screen, and it reminded
me of Ryan Reynolds in Buried. But this time the lead is in the
confines of a car instead of a coffin underground. Tom Hardy as Ivan (the
Slavic equivalent of John will mean something to a few people) Locke is
absolutely brilliant. On his journey south, he communicates by phone to a
number of characters. But it is his conversations with Donal, his assistant
very well played by Andrew Scott, that had me enthralled. Locke is the
Construction Director on a huge 55 story building where the next day there is
the biggest concrete pour in Europe (apart from nuclear or military projects)
involving 218 truckloads of concrete from a number of plants.
So what is he doing driving away? Donal is in a
panic, Locke's boss is apoplectic and his family cannot understand why he is
missing a big football game on TV. The development of the story makes for an
intriguing drama. All the other actors are superb even though we only hear
their voices. I'm sure Ruth Wilson was doing an impression of Olivia Coleman
and vice versa.
The critics cannot make up their mind what is
Locke's job. Site Manager, Site Foreman, Construction Foreman, Construction
Manager, Construction Engineer the list goes on. If they had listened, he is
the Construction Director which would be quite normal running a project of this
size. Locke is the Construction Director from heaven. Softly spoken and calm
but highly authoritative and knowledgeable, he would be a dream to work for.
This is the good modern face of construction and what credit he does the
industry. Every budding foreman, engineer or manager should watch, learn and
copy.
SPOILER ALERT. Locke tells Donal (and his boss)
he can manage everything by phone. Poor Donal has to cope with checking
concrete mixes at the plants, confirming road closures and checking rebar and
shuttering. All have their complications (no different to most jobs). The boss
has to cope with head office in Chicago and his family have to cope with his
not coming home.
There are a couple of things I missed from this review. One was that the cast, as well as Andrew Scott, included Ruth Wilson and Olivia Colman. Amazing being in the same film. This is my fourth book by David Thomson and it wont be my last.
A typically thought provoking screenplay from M. Night Shyamalan. Are we meant to question everything we are being told by these intruders? Are they mad or is there some truth behind their "end of the world" prophesy. Of the two gay men in the cabin, I found myself sympathising with Eric who didn't believe a word. But the director keeps us guessing all the way. I'm not sure if we ever get an answer to the big question: "why here"? So there are some holes in the plot, but these did not detract from a well written, acted and directed film set almost entirely within the confines of the cabin. Almost theatrical in it's presentation.
Yes, here is Gerard Butler once again playing the hero. Not saving the President this time, just a plane load of passengers. So much was predictable but this is an enjoyable ride (maybe for a theme park later?), a well made big budget thriller and a great location. Butler is aided and abetted by another tough guy this time Mike Colter in handcuffs. Those who are familiar with the controls of a passenger jet will relish some of the technical details. I liked how the crash in the first part of the film is never rushed and is therefore highly dramatic. The downside is that the baddies are all totally pathetic. Where did they get them from? It did look good on the big screen although The Independent said "it needed to be more stupid". But it was stupid enough for me.
Normally I would avoid a film about a killer robot, but this had some strangely excellent reviews. Wendy Ide in The Guardian gave it four stars. I think it was created to be silly, dramatic and stupidly funny at the same time and mostly that worked. You have to leave your brain outside (the advanced technical workings of M3gan are literally unbelievable) but the script is actually passable. There were only a couple of jump scares, thank goodness, so not really a horror movie given it's 15 certificate. The limited violence is not gratuitous and more staged and creative. Yes, we have seen the ending many times before but how else could it be.
The first couple of days in February and things in the garden were beginning to happen. The large snowdrop plant has now been joined by more smaller ones.
Below, the first crocus is in flower.
The start of the last week in February and the crocuses are at their best.
By the end of the month many are now open.
The clematis had started to sprout it's leaves at the beginning of the month.
The Photinia Red Robbin is flowering early this year.
The Honeysuckle is coming into leaf.
And there are the first flowers on the Forsythia.
These are the last flowers on the Viburnum bodnantense that flowers from late autumn.
Having watched a number of times that iconic scene when Gene Kelly brilliantly dances through deep puddles in the pouring rain, I was so disappointed with the opening sequence featuring the three stars exactly like the poster above. Not saving it for the big number. But, yes, it is the big number and just flog it. A great movie if you like this kind of thing, but not for me. David Thomson says it was "the greatest of the MGM musicals" so I wont watch any others.
Released in 1931, M was Fritz Lang's first film with sound. But is the lighting that makes this such an iconic movie. Ground breaking techniques seem to highlight the blacks and whites at expense of the greys. It often takes on a 3D like quality. There are shots from on high that still feel the same claustrophobia that permeates the story. It's as if there is no daylight in the daytime. Although he is hardly seen, the film belongs to the youngish stage actor Peter Lorre in his first movie. I say young as I only remember him from much later movies. As the serial killer Hans Beckert David Thomson describes him as "a man terrified of himself". But it is the panic, the paranoia and the chase that I will remember. "M is a masterpiece of prison's mood in everyday life".
This is not one of David Thomson's one thousand films to see, and I'm not sure why. Perhaps because he includes director William Friedkin's The French Connection. I wish I had seen this in the cinema, it would have looked marvellous on the biggest screen. The visuals and locations are wonderful. Contrasting with that intimate long counterfeiting sequence. Lots of car chases including that part through the dry river bed of the LA river. There is some good eighties music of the period. There is a superb review by Cindy Davis at pajiba.com - "20 Facts about To Live and Die in LA".
On to Sandhurst, never entirely ridding himself of those pranks that were his earlier undoing, and joining the Highland Light Infantry. He is invited to America where his English accent made him. (I remember going to the cinema in the depths of Clearwater, miles away from the tourist spots, where the girls on reception insisted I talk about anything just to hear my voice). In America he lands on his feet, living like a prince with no money.
He becomes friends with Ann Todd whose acting career was booming. (In the fifties she lived in a big house in Holland Park and, having met my father in his shop on Kensington High Street, my brother and I were taken to visit her). Ann introduces Niven to Laurence Olivier who became a lifelong friend. A story about HMS Bounty is hilarious, but is important in that he arrives at the studios and meets the screenwriter and director Edmund Goulding. "I owe more to him than anyone else in the business". (He gave Niven his first screen test and directed him in 1938's "Dawn Patrol".
He turns down the role of Edgar in "Wuthering Heights" but is persuaded to change his mind and on the first day meets the star. Laurence Olivier is accompanied by Vivienne Leigh who is just there for a holiday. But she is seized upon by Hollywood mogul David Selznick to play Scarlett O'Hara in "Gone with the Wind" in front of many leading actresses hoping for the part. In Chapter Eleven, halfway through, Hollywood is going through a "British period" and Niven's Hollywood career takes off. he is meeting everyone famous in the next breathless pages. Sharing a house with Errol Flynn no less, the parties and the parties.
When war breaks out, Niven returns to England. His wartime exploits sees him rise trough the ranks. He marries Primmie and they have two children. I wish I had finished there. Back in America he finds it hard to resurrect his career but eventually succeeds, so much so he is awarded the Oscar for Best Actor in "Separate Tables". And then "The Guns of Navarone", a fitting conclusion for an amazing memoir.
A favourite circular walk (never before posted with photos on this blog) on Friday started at the car park at the top of Coombe Hill. Through the woods the bracken (above photo), which is head height in summer, is now just a carpet. Arriving at Dunsmore, I love this view down to the stables at the bottom of the hill. And Cobnut Farm next door. There is a path through the trees at the top right of the picture which is where I headed next.
It arrives at the top of a hill with Chequers in the distance.
The mud on the path through the Chequers estate had tried but was very clingy. In the distance is the monument at the top of Coombe Hill.
The path then reaches more woods and a tricky descent, now with steps and handrails.
Which brings you out to Beacon Hill and views towards Aylesbury.
At the bottom of the hill is Ellesborough and the Church of St Peter and St Paul.
Then across a field of drying mud with closer views of Coombe Hill and my destination.
This may well be the last time I try the ascent of Coombe Hill from the golf course below. It is steep and long, not helped by some slippery places. But there is a nice view back to that field above and Beacon Hill top left.
It was a beautiful sunny day when I started off, clouding over later. Chilly to begin with but I was warm by the end. Photos again from my phone so not the best. Will take my camera next time.