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shewhomustA quick update, because I have left the house on both of the last two days, and feel altogether more cheerful for it.
On Thursday we had tickets for the Dylan Project at the Sage, and had booked a meeting with a client on Tyneside at the end of the afternoon. So this was a motorised excursion, and it worked out, just about. The drive north was icier than it had been on Monday, but we reached our destination, and had a good meeting (cups of tea, biscuits, discussion of client's furure plans and other matters of varying levels of relevance). Then we collected a friend who was going to a different event at the Sage and crossed the river.
The Sage is an amazing building, and looked wonderful in the snow. Their catering is less than wonderful. The band were - oh, well, they were what they were, which wasn't necessarily what I was looking for: every now and then something really worked (Ballad of a Thin Man interpreted as a really bad dream, for example), but mostly rocked out too loud and all at the same tempo for my taste. And the journey home was not pleasant at all: snow was lying on the motorway and more was falling, and the temperature dropping. We made it up the hill and lurched to a halt in the roadway just below our house, and it took two of us - a helpful neighbour with a little help from me - shoving from behind to get the car parked in anything like the right spot.
Yesterday there was a Christmas Fair in Durham and we walked - separately, each at our own pace - into town. I bought a couple of small Christmas presents, but the best part of the fair was the local food section in the cathedral cloisters. It was bitterly cold, but not as cold as it had been earlier. People were telling us that it had been -10°C and below when they came into Durham earlier that morning (only an hour or so before I'd left the house, thinking how pleasant it was in the sun). We were able to pick up some of the things we would normally have bought at the Farmers' Market, had we not missed it this month, and chat to the people we usually see there. I loaded my backpack and trudged home via the market place, and the market, but I just couldn't carry as much shopping as I would like. Never mind, we won't starve. And I was weary enough after my excursion to feel quite cheerful about spending today at home.
Today there has been a degree of thaw - I can see the road surface outside the house. Which is odd, because I've felt quite cold, and put on an extra jumper over my big jumper. And what will tomorrow bring? Will be get out to our lunch date? Only time will tell...
On Thursday we had tickets for the Dylan Project at the Sage, and had booked a meeting with a client on Tyneside at the end of the afternoon. So this was a motorised excursion, and it worked out, just about. The drive north was icier than it had been on Monday, but we reached our destination, and had a good meeting (cups of tea, biscuits, discussion of client's furure plans and other matters of varying levels of relevance). Then we collected a friend who was going to a different event at the Sage and crossed the river.
The Sage is an amazing building, and looked wonderful in the snow. Their catering is less than wonderful. The band were - oh, well, they were what they were, which wasn't necessarily what I was looking for: every now and then something really worked (Ballad of a Thin Man interpreted as a really bad dream, for example), but mostly rocked out too loud and all at the same tempo for my taste. And the journey home was not pleasant at all: snow was lying on the motorway and more was falling, and the temperature dropping. We made it up the hill and lurched to a halt in the roadway just below our house, and it took two of us - a helpful neighbour with a little help from me - shoving from behind to get the car parked in anything like the right spot.
Yesterday there was a Christmas Fair in Durham and we walked - separately, each at our own pace - into town. I bought a couple of small Christmas presents, but the best part of the fair was the local food section in the cathedral cloisters. It was bitterly cold, but not as cold as it had been earlier. People were telling us that it had been -10°C and below when they came into Durham earlier that morning (only an hour or so before I'd left the house, thinking how pleasant it was in the sun). We were able to pick up some of the things we would normally have bought at the Farmers' Market, had we not missed it this month, and chat to the people we usually see there. I loaded my backpack and trudged home via the market place, and the market, but I just couldn't carry as much shopping as I would like. Never mind, we won't starve. And I was weary enough after my excursion to feel quite cheerful about spending today at home.
Today there has been a degree of thaw - I can see the road surface outside the house. Which is odd, because I've felt quite cold, and put on an extra jumper over my big jumper. And what will tomorrow bring? Will be get out to our lunch date? Only time will tell...
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Date: 2010-12-06 06:11 am (UTC)::visions of an absurdly crowded pavilion on the Palace Green::
It doesn't seem that long ago that there was last year's...which was really two years ago for me since last year at this time I was here in the US...
How does the time go so FAST? (ok, QUICKLY)
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Date: 2010-12-06 10:27 am (UTC)(Actually, IIRC, two years ago you said how crowded it was, and I'd been on the Friday which was much less so. But this year was really quiet.)