It started at 5 a.m,
with this sunrise,
and a trip to drop our son off at his friend's house,
to catch a plane to Turkey for a sailing holiday.
On a whim I drove on to my usual park
and found the gates open and
the gardens deserted.
I startled a heron on the lake,
and none of the wildfowl were in visitor receiving mode.
Back in our garden by 7 a.m,
I witnessed for the first time
ladybirds hatching from their chrysalises.
This grasshopper somehow found its way into our bedroom
where it contrasted rather fetchingly with the headboard.
To celebrate the new Sydenham Arts festival,
we started with lunch at The Blue Mountain cafe,
followed by a ceramics exhibition,
(this was a pavement find)
took a brief domestic interlude,
further refreshment (it was very hot by now)
and then a concert at the Dietrich Bonhoeffer church
performed by ensemble diX.
Bach choral variations for soprano and four wind instruments
and German red gooseberry tart to follow - a perfect combination.
An impromptu ping pong tournament,
then supper at The Dolphin with Annabel
the Visual Arts co-ordinator for the festival,
her partner Barry,
and young friends.
A balalaika troupe played,
and there was dancing as
brightly flaming red lanterns scudded across the night sky.