Red and black was what or village choir wore for our trip to Cherburg to sing The Wreck of the Titanic on Saturday night. It was a long way to go to perform a work that lasted just over an hour, but it was a memorable trip. It all went without a hitch, `no wrecks and nobody drownded, in fact nowt to laugh at at all` as the Stanley Holloway monologue goes, for us, though sadly not for the fifteen hundred on the Titanic exactly a hundred years earlier. There was a harrowing exhibition at the Museum in Cherburg which really brought the awfulness of it all home to me.
Lunch on Sunday was An Experience. I ate oysters for the first time, everything tasted delicious and looked exquisite. The French just know how to do it.
On the Friday before it was our lovely Julia`s seventh anniversary. We had a family get together and read some of her poems to each other. How we all do still miss her.