Today we held an event in our new Secret Tea Garden. The idea was to hold a 'poetry Speakeasy', where people come along and hop up on the lecturn and read a bit of poetry- whatever they like, or just enjoy complimentary tea and cake.
It has been no mean feat turning a builders yard into a back garden- but as it is a real sun-trap, we thought we'd go ahead. Everything's a bit higgledy-piggledy- but that seems to work too.
We opened with Fraser Munro- who had composed a little verse following a visit one day. Here it is;
Then, I read the Jabberwocky for Hallam and Morgan ( you remember meeting them Em?)
So far so good, and dear old DBH read a scary poem, and Uncle Joe even had written some verses about being a teenager ( he wouldn't let me film him though Em (you know how it is with teenageboys.) A few more people came along, and then it quietened down- until teatime.
Suddenly we were in full-swing. Guests arrived, new ones we didn't yet know, DBH read again- some of his work this time, and a lovely lady called Elizabeth read a charming local story.
Then, all of an instant- everyone started 'story-telling', ghost stories, local stories, snippets of local lives. It was fascinating Em, people unknown to each other swapping tales.
So- we'll do this quite often I think- Tea-time Tales it is!
Maybe you'll be here for one of them, and can tell your own!
Your ever-loving Grand-mother,
GiGi xxx
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