City Urchin raised
Hard by steel, ships and coal dust
Moved to sheep and stone
Weeks of rehearsals are over and the show is now underway. It is a privilege to be part of such a spectacular production. This week we are performing amidst the breathtaking beauty of Gloucester Cathedral. The first night was not perfect but it was so moving. It will get better and better as we become familiar with the new and very complex staging.
The second night was “visually stunning, music just right, costumes and lighting spectacular ~ colourful, vibrant and flowing, stage crew and props slick” according to the audience. It felt amazing to perform in such a show and in such a setting. Can’t wait for tonight!
I will post a video when we are finished the run, but for now here are some pictures from rehearsals. Enjoy!
To celebrate National Poetry Month this April, Haiku Heights is hosting a month-long Haiku writing journey. This journey will take Haiku lovers through the alphabet one day at a time. Today’s letter is B and the prompt word is Butterfly.
As gentle breeze blows
Nightingales in bushes sing
Sublime serenade
Gazing on Taize
Sunflowers bow to the breeze
And my spirit soars
Boughs bend to the breeze
Covering the earth in a
Blanket of blossom
Watching butterflies
Their beauty borne on the breeze
I can barely breathe
This post is inspired by haiku Heights prompt word “Breeze”.
NightingaleAs gentle breezes blow
Nightingales in bushes sing
Sublime serenade
One of my favourite times of year in the Vale of Evesham and generally in the Cotswold, is Spring, when the blossom covers the fruit trees and the ornamental cherry is out.
Boughs bend to the breeze
Covering the earth in a
Blanket of blossom
Watching butterflies
Their beauty borne on the breeze
Children barely breathe
There are times when a gentle breeze can have a powerful effect, as can a still small voice.
Gazing on Taize
Sunflowers bow to the breeze
And my spirit soars
I will never forget the time I went to Taize. In the 1940s Roger Schutz was appalled by the violence and suffering he saw across Europe. Throughout the war years, he sheltered political refugees, especially Jews, whom he helped cross the border into Switzerland from the occupied region of France. He began to develop the idea of a community based on mutual understanding and respect for all. He found a suitable site at Taize near Cluny in the Burgundy region of France and on Palm Sunday of 1948, seven men took monastic vows. They dedicated their lives to working and praying for ‘outsiders’ of all kinds; especially those living in extremes of poverty, hunger, or disease. Taize is now famous for its gentle and powerful worship built on meditation through repetitive chants, a model of worship which has spread around the world. Brother Roger’s work continues; to bring reconciliation, unity and peace to all the peoples of the world. www.taize.fr
This post is inspired by the Haiku Heights word prompt for this weekend which is “Shimmer”.
Mellow moonlight drops
Diamonds on shimmering sea
Neap tide trickles out
From frosty shed roof
Hang diamanté drainpipes,
Glittering gutters
Lake shimmers ~ Ripples!
Mirror carp lured by the bait,
Fast strike ~ fish landed!
Setting sun shimmers
On ancient Black Sea coast as
Night train leaves Sochi
The lion and the rabbit ~ like a lamb to the slaughterThis morning I read an excellent post http://merlinspielen.com/2013/02/20/count-down-26-days-left/ which got me thinking. Why do I write what I write?
I realised that for me it is, and has been for many years, an important part of coping with my journey through life. Like everyone I have had ups and downs, good experiences and bad. Probably the worst time of my life was when I was only 5 years old in the early 1950s. After a serious illness and a long spell in hospital I was considered too weak to go home, so was sent to a convalescent home miles away from the city in which I lived. It was in the depths of the countryside during the worst case of Myxomatosis this country has ever seen. There were dead rabbits everywhere with their eyes bulging. A terrifying sight for a 5 year old on our daily compulsory constitutional walks in the forest. In those days it was not considered a good idea for parents to visit their children in case it distressed them, so I was effectively abandoned for months on end to what I considered to be hell on earth.
I am sure the staff were only doing their jobs; but some were quite sadistic and the cruel discipline and force feeding I endured there will stay with me forever, and is still the stuff of my nightmares. I had to develop an alternative, inner life in order to stay sane and survive. So I became adept at switching my feelings off and pretending to be somewhere else as I went through those long winter months. When I eventually was taken home I discovered that my mother had a new baby, my adored grandmother had died, and I was a totally different person to the child I had been before my illness and convalescence. I felt as if I didn’t fit in to the family any longer, and I have felt pretty much like a fish out of water ever since.
As an adult I started going on pilgrimages to find healing and peace, which I did. But I also found a great deal more. I found acceptance from the people I met, and I learned how to find deep joy in the simplest of things. This has been my salvation and is the reason I call my blog “heavenhappens”. It really does! I look for the sacred in the everyday things around me and I find it; I wonder at the variety and beauty in all the different parts of the world; I look for and believe in, the essential goodness at the heart of most people. Then I write poems, stories, haiku, or make drawings or collages about it. They give my life meaning and purpose now that I am retired, and bring me a great deal of pleasure.
This is the closest I have ever got to explaining myself to the world and I don’t think it will happen again so thank you merlinspielen for the opportunity!
Just today I have been given the opportunity to go on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, if I am meant to go I will be there in May this year. Maybe I will write another post about some of the places I have been on Pilgrimage but for now I will finish with some photos which to me show that heavenhappens x
This week’s prompt for haiku Heights is the word ‘Red’. I considered red roses as it is nearly St Valentine’s Day but then I thought of the iconic red buses in London and I was off!
One of the great things about being over 60 in the UK is that we get a bus pass for free travel on local buses. This pass can be used anywhere in the country, not just in your own city. So when I go to London I can travel all over the city on the red buses for absolutely nothing.
My favourite bus, and the one I use most often, is the number 24 from Pimlico to Hampstead Heath. I usually take a coach to London Victoria then get on the 24 near there. The bus then takes an hour or so to get to Hampstead where my journey ends.
The route the 24 travels is as good as any tourist bus as it takes in some of the greatest sights of London:
Westminster Abbey, Houses of Parliament, Whitehall, Downing Street, Horseguards Parade, Admiralty Arch, Trafalgar Square, National Gallery, St Martin in the Fields, Haymarket and Theatreland, Charing Cross Road, Camden Town with its famous Market, Lock and Canal, and finally Hampstead itself with its famous Heath.
On the way you can see world famous galleries, inns, hospitals, statues, universities, monuments, museums, Cathedrals, and lots of buildings marked with blue badges where famous people once lived or worked.
Another delightful aspect of travelling on London’s Red buses is the cosmopolitan nature of the passengers. People come from all over the world to live and work in London and I just love to hear the different languages and see the different styles of clothes. By the time I arrive in Hampstead I feel as if I have had a mini trip around the world.
Culture’s condensed in
Our capital city on
A red London bus
Phone box, post box, brake
Lights and barriers brightened
up Broadway today
“Photo by courtesy of Shirley Betts, http://www.castoncameraclub.co.uk “Written for the Haiku Heights prompt word “Rescue”
High tide rushes in
trapping cows in the mudflats
Call in the coastguard
The cows got stuck in the mudStuck in sinking sand
In danger of drowning, cows
unable to move
We watched this drama unfold on a day at the seaside and I just had to write a little account of it for the grandchildren. I used to write little stories down for them with photos to encourage them to read. Now they write stories of their own and are fluent readers at 7 and 9 years old.
Ben and Rosie’s adventure at the seaside
In the Easter holidays Ben and Rosie came to stay at the caravan in Burnham on Sea with grandma and grandad. The weather was bad and it rained a lot but they still went to play on the beach.
Rosie built a sandcastle with her bucket. Ben dug 99 holes with his spade. Grandma caught a shrimp. Grandad looked for crabs. We were having fun. Then Ben saw a little boat and he said, “That boat is sinking grandad”.
Grandad said, “I found a crab but it is dead”.
Again Ben said, “That boat is sinking grandad”.
Grandma and grandad looked but they could not see the boat.
Just then a small rescue hovercraft came along and Ben saw it. Then a big rescue hovercraft came along and Ben saw it. They were both orange and black. The big one was called Light of Elizabeth and the small one was called Spirit of Lelaina. The small hovercraft started to make a loud noise and a cloud of smoke came out of it. Then it stopped moving.
Ben said, “The rescue boat is sinking grandad”.
This was getting very exciting so grandma said, “If we hurry along the beach we will see what happens”.
Ben let Rosie ride on his orange two wheeled bike, because she could not run very fast. But the bike was too big and Rosie could not work the pedals, so grandma pushed her along on it. Ben and grandad walked quickly along the sand, up the steps, over the slipway and down onto the other beach. Then we all stood at the edge of the water and watched the big hovercraft, the little hovercraft, and the white fishing boat that was sinking. It was very exciting!
The black rubber skirt around the bottom of the little orange hovercraft had torn.
The belt that drives the big fan on the little orange hovercraft had snapped.
The engine on little orange hovercraft had flooded.
The little orange hovercraft could not move!
First the big hovercraft rescued the little white fishing boat and helped the fishermen get their boat onto a trailer. Then a 4 wheel drive car towed the trailer and boat safely away.
Then the big rescue hovercraft went to help the little hovercraft. They put on a new fan belt and tried to start the engine but it would not work because the engine was flooded. So they tied a long rope to the little hovercraft and pulled it slowly to the beach. Then all the rescue men pushed and pulled until the little hovercraft was put on a trailer. Another 4 wheel drive car came to tow the little orange hovercraft away to be repaired. Ben and Rosie were sorry to see the little hovercraft so damaged and covered in mud.
At last the big orange rescue hovercraft was ready to get out of the water and go back to its home next to the coastguard station in Burnham. It sailed right to the edge of the beach and the men and a little white dog climbed out. They tried to get the hovercraft onto its trailer. They pushed and pulled but it would not move. Ben said, “The men need help grandad”. So grandad took hold of the hovercraft and pushed with all his might. The men pushed, grandad pushed and the little white rescue dog barked. Then the big orange hovercraft slowly moved onto the back of the trailer. The men were so pleased that they all cheered and patted each other on the back. The little white dog was so pleased that he jumped up and down wagging his tail. Ben, Rosie and grandma were very pleased, and proud of grandad for helping to save the big orange rescue hovercraft.
The rescue men told us they had just rescued a herd of cows that had wandered out of their field and into the River Parrett which flows into the Severn Estuary! The poor cows were frightened and got stuck in the mud. That is why the rescue men were covered in mud.
Everyone went home for tea very wet and very muddy ~ but very happy.
The cows were safe.
The little white fishing boat was safe.
The little white dog was safe.
The rescue men were safe.
The little orange hovercraft was safe.
The big orange hovercraft was safe.
Ben can tell his friends at school about it. Rosie can tell her friends at nursery about it. And grandma can tell the story to Ben and Rosie over and over again ~ and the story will get better and better!
The End x
I went to Painswick yesterday to eat carrot cake and to see the snowdrops at the Rococo gardens ~ failed on both counts but had a great time enjoying spectacular scenery in wonderful company. Painswick is quite high up in the Cotswolds so the snow is much deeper there and lasts far longer than down in the town. But we had a lovely time, so here for my friends are my impressions in picture and haiku. Apologies for the poor quality of the photos, I forgot my camera and had to use my phone! ~
Ice daggers dangle
from ancient lead gutters on
St Mary’s lych gate
Snow covered Yew trees
in picture perfect Painswick
Christmas card village
Sun sets on Painswick’s
honeyed stone cottages, and
cold Cotswold churchyard
White winter woodland,
following in the footprints
of the fallow deer
Went to Birmingham at the weekend for the live performance of my favourite TV Show ~ Strictly Come Dancing. The tickets were an inspired and very thoughtful Christmas present from my children. The show was at the National Indoor Arena in Birmingham. The whole day was wonderful. The NIA is set in the most beautiful part of Birmingham, Brindley Place, where the canals meet. The setting is always beautiful with trees , water and lighting, but on Sunday it was amazing as the whole scene was set off beautifully by an iced covering of crisp white snow.
Once inside the arena, the performance was truly spectacular. The costumes, choreography and lighting were breathtaking. The professional dancers were fabulous and the celebrity contestants were superb. My favourite of course was the Olympic Gymnast ~ silver medal winner ~ Louis Smith. he really should be the next James Bond as he has looks, style, physique and boy can he dance!
This post is inspired by Haiku Heights prompt “Dusk”.
When daylight departs
Choirs gather to sing Vespers,
Most ancient of prayers.
After I retired from teaching, one of the jobs I did was running an after school creche for children at King’s School in Gloucester. This was a delight and a privilege as the school is set in the grounds of Gloucester Cathedral to which it is attached. The children were cared for and amused until 6pm or whenever their parents picked them up. During this time we could hear the choir singing Evensong or Vespers which they do daily at 5.15pm. It is a beautiful time of day when the sun is going down, the body clock is slowing down, and children need to unwind. Nothing could be better than to relax to the sound of well trained choristers singing their thanks for the day before their evening meal.
While I was at King’s, the Cathedral was being used as the setting for a part of the Harry Potter film. The playground of the Junior school was filled with enormous luxury camper vans in which the crew and stars stayed. We often saw them, and some of the King’s pupils were even used as extras in the film. The local BBC recorded the events:
Gloucester’s historic cathedral cloisters were transformed into the corridors of Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the films of JK Rowling’s first two books – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. There was the strictest of security to keep out the curious world’s press while filming took place – but now some of the movie-makers’ secrets can be revealed. In fact there is a Harry Potter trail at the Cathedral which visitors can follow and there are still signs of Hogwarts to spot!
Let there be (hidden) lights
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| Spot the hidden electrics |
All modern signs, locks and electrics had to be disguised under panels painted to look like the stone walls. There are cunningly concealed electric light switches inside the East Cloister door?
Harry Potter and the Hidden Haloes
For the films anything that would give away the set as a church had to disappear. The haloes on the stained glass figures in the cloister windows were painstakingly covered with coloured plastic filter paper to blend in with the surrounding glass.
One window has figures of Adam and Eve, and because these might have been in shot in the movies, they were given clothes and even the trademark Harry Potter ‘lightning flash’ on their foreheads!
Harry Potter and the Buried Tombs
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| These figures of Adam and Eve were ‘dressed’ and given forehead marks like Harry’s |
There are nearly 100 tombstones on the cloister floors which had to be disguised during filming.
They were covered with roofing felt, which was then painted, marked, polished, varnished and made to look faded to match the rest of the stone-flagged floor.
Water Wizardry in Dark Entry
The red door in Dark Entry, at the north-eastern corner of the cloisters, was where the flood from the girls toilets was filmed.
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| The Dark Entry doorway |
Water from a tanker parked in the road outside was pumped through the doorway, into a huge specially constructed container and out to a drain in the Garth (the cloister’s central garden).
Written in Blood
The wall by Dark Entry is where panelling, made in the studio to look just like the stone walling, was hung with the chilling message in ‘blood’ – really a film-maker’s magic potion – that read: The Chamber of Secrets has been opened – enemies of the heir BEWARE!
The Poltergeist’s Cut
In Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, Rik Mayall, as playful poltergiest Peeves, set all the broomsticks zooming about in the East Cloister walk.
Unfortunately the scene was one of several that ended up on the cutting room floor because the film had to be cut to a manageable length.
Troll Terror in the Lavatorium
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| Harry and Ron hid in the Lavatorium |
The Lavatorium on the left hand side of the North walk (yes, it’s really called that – and it wasn’t the ancient Abbey monks’ loo but the place they washed) is where Harry and Ron hide from a giant troll behind the pillars.
The troll in the film is mainly computer-generated, but huge legs were used in filming to make it look more realistic – so big that there was some difficulty in getting them in through the cathedral’s massive main doors!
Harry by Gaslight
For filming the cloister walks were lit by special gas-fired torches using a special gas that would not harm the ancient stonework.
The Gryffindor Door
As you come to the end of the West Walk the oddly-named West Slype door is on your right. A slype is the name for a covered passage from a church or monastery cloister.
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| The West Slype doorway |
In the films it was made to look smaller by means of a plastic mould placed over the real doorway, with a hinged portrait of the Fat Lady in front of it, and became the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room.
In real life steps lead down from the other side of the doorway but more film wizardry was used to make it look like the common room.
A false floor on stilts was built sloping slightly upwards to a backlit screen with a picture of the common room – a film-making device called a translight.
It snowed overnight and the roads are a fright,
So the schools are all closed ~ on a Friday!
Mums and dads can’t drive, their cars slip and slide
So its family fun on a school day.
Dogs in bright jackets are leaping for joy
Taken out for a walk, on a school day.
Babies and toddlers peep out of their prams
They’re going to the park, on a school day.
Tiny tots muffled in mittens and hats,
Squeal in delight, on a school day.
Giggling girls, hugging their friends,
Slide down the hill, on a school day.
Teen terrors in hoodies become little boys
Throwing snowballs at girls, on a school day.
Steep slopes draw the daring on sledges and boards,
They hurtle downhill, on a school day.
I sit at the window and, like falling snow,
My thoughts pile up into drifts.
My smiles turn to tears at the sights and sounds
Of my school days, as the frozen scene shifts.
Of ink wells and blotters, of wafers and milk,
Of chalk boards and outside loos;
Of walking to school by the RiverTyne,
Of castles, and coalmines and ships.
And then there are people, who wave as they pass,
Loved aunties and cousins and friends
A sister and brother no longer in touch
A mother and father I mourned.
There are icicles hanging near a frozen stream,
The snow covered branches are bending
The field is a snow frosted wonderland
Its beauty my broken heart mending.
These haiku are written for this week’s prompt at haiku Heights which is the word “Death”
The Boy
Fragile and different
Defeated by the bullies
He jumped to his death
The girl
Remnants of ribbons
And fading flowers weep, where she
Fell to her death
The father
The death of his son
Drove him to despair. Destroyed,
His life he ended.
The cemetery
Lawned garden of grief
Compassion carved into stone
Too late to show love
Spring was in the air today. The hellebores flowers are just about open in my garden and the snowdrops are already out at the Rococo gardens. I love this time of year.
Our local newspaper (Gloucestershire Echo) today reported that,
SNOWDROPS have started to bloom at a garden in Painswick following a mild start to the new year.
With temperatures hovering around the 10C mark so far this January, dozens of the white flowers have emerged earlier than expected at Rococo Garden.

Paul Hervey-Brookes, garden adviser at Rococo, said: “They usually start to bloom around the second week of January and the last to flower finish by the end of March.
“But because it has been mild this year so far, they have been tricked into thinking it is later in January than it is, and they have started to come out.”
Temperatures are predicted to plummet in Gloucestershire this week, but Paul says the snowdrops will survive.
He said: “The cold weather will not kill them, it will just stop their bloom, and then they will continue when it starts to get milder.”
Forecasters are predicting a progressive drop in temperature as the week goes on, with a night time low of -1C possible by Thursday.
There should be a let up for areas affected by flooding, as no heavy rain is predicted.
Snowdrops at Painswick Rococo Garden
I happened to be at Painswick when the sun was shining, the views long, the trees magnificently silhouetted against a blue sky. I like trees better in winter than summer. The form becomes the chief point of them, not just the mass of green that is all we see in summer. And because the situation of the Painswick garden is so extraordinary, you get long views both across and down, snowdrops clothing the steep banks below the renovated Eagle House, snowdrops, many of them fat doubles, thick on the grassy bank that leads up to the viewpoint above the maze, snowdrops down by the fish pond and the square, rather dark plunge pool where surely only the most muscular of Victorians would have wanted to plunge. A bonus at Painswick was the best bank of winter-flowering cyclamen I’ve ever seen, pink and magenta Cyclamen coum seeding itself through the grass with an abandon I could only envy.
The Independent 2008
I can’t believe how quickly my grandson, Stanley is developing. he is 5 weeks old today and he is already smiling! I went for a long walk with him, Jenny his mummy and my little dog, Dayna today. It was wonderful as the weather is dry and mild again. The fields all around Gloucestershire are still waterlogged though with lots of flooding near the rivers. But for me there was only one thing that mattered today ~ Stanley’s smile.
No gold nor jewels
Could be as precious to me
As Stanley’s first smile