Sunday in the park without Joe and Keith
Jul. 10th, 2006 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustWe spent Saturday on the race course in Durham, at the event which is traditionally the miners' day out with their families, a day of fun and relaxation and drinking and going to the fair - and yes, a bit of politics, too. And it felt like a wake.
And we spent Sunday in Nuns Moor Park in Newcastle, at an event which was a memorial for two friends killed a year ago in a senseless hit-and-run car crash - and it felt like a celebration.
I've put my photos together into a set, which isn't a complete record of what was going on - it has some of the musicians, but not others, the beer tent but not the food nor the bookstall, the very tall man who made enormous baroque bubbles, but not the dancing. Perhaps it implies the sense that gathering to express our sense of loss, doing things ourselves, the way we want to do them, locally and on a human scale - maybe that's political, too.
After which it was back across the road to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
desperance's house, for talk and drink and wonderful curry and admiring the cat, and hardly any football at all, really.
And we spent Sunday in Nuns Moor Park in Newcastle, at an event which was a memorial for two friends killed a year ago in a senseless hit-and-run car crash - and it felt like a celebration.
I've put my photos together into a set, which isn't a complete record of what was going on - it has some of the musicians, but not others, the beer tent but not the food nor the bookstall, the very tall man who made enormous baroque bubbles, but not the dancing. Perhaps it implies the sense that gathering to express our sense of loss, doing things ourselves, the way we want to do them, locally and on a human scale - maybe that's political, too.
After which it was back across the road to
desperance's house, for talk and drink and wonderful curry and admiring the cat, and hardly any football at all, really.
