My last entry was about my birthday, & so too is this one, but only in order to introduce something of, I hope, slightly more interest. A couple of months ago my sister told me to make sure I was available to go somewhere in the late afternoon of Friday 14 August. My present from her was 2 tickets to an Evening Soiree at Nymans gardens. So that is where Mr B & I found ourselves on Friday evening.
Unfortunately it was a slightly longer than ideal journey: going towards the south coast on a late Friday afternoon in the summer is always a potential traffic jam although in fact it was not too awful. On arrival we were greeted with a glass of wine, asked to choose our dishes & then were allowed to wander round the garden until the meal was served at 7pm. It was actually very lovely: the sun had come out after a day which I could liken to sitting inside a plastic box, it was just setting giving a lovely light, the gardens were of course almost deserted which is always a plus so it was a very an enjoyable experience. Sadly it was all too short & we had to go for our meal.
The food was pleasant but not exciting & was served to the accompaniment of harp music. That was also pleasant but not exciting & luckily I was sitting with my back to the harpist. Why luckily? Well, because I, & indeed Mr B found her upper arms most mesmerising & I must confess, not entirely pleasant! The lady in question was very pale & was wearing a black strapless number which I am sure looked delightful in the mirror, but the way we saw it was as she was playing the harp so we got a great deal of white wobbly upper arm, under arm (not wobbly) & finally back, slightly overlapping top of dress!
It was actually a pleasant enough evening. It would have been improved if we had been able to have a longer meander & if it had been nearer to home. I wonder if Ham House do something similar. Am I sounding ungrateful? I don’t mean to because it was a lovely thought from my sister.
And finally, my cherubums……………………………
There ought to be a category in EmmaT's Emsworth Village Show (http://emsworthvillage2009.blogspot.com/) for best Putee's Buttock.
ReplyDeleteIt would be a hard fought competition.
The ONLY way to eat, I find, is with the rippling sound (and indeed arms) of a harpist at work.
ReplyDeleteLooks like a splendid garden! What a great idea for a birthday present too.
JA-S, googling Putee did not help me! What is it?
ReplyDeleteThe rippling arm does not do it justice Rob! I would have loved to have filmed the effect!
Try Putto or Putti - it's Italian innit?
ReplyDeletehello! how are you?
ReplyDeletesunny greeting from Bali island ^^
I saw the most amazing statue in the museum at Olympia. I have forgotten who it was supposed to be of but what I do remember is the extraordinarily beautiful curve into the small of the man's back and out into the firm, apple, buttocks. It was quite exquisite and for a moment took my breath away.
ReplyDeleteOf course the Greeks know how to appreciate a good male bum. Is MW's wife Greek?
Thank you for your help Fat Rascal. I just got that accusatory 'Did you mean puttee' when I googled the word.
ReplyDeleteArabella, there are some extraordinarily beautiful statues of the male body. Then we are faced with the realities of life!
Apologies my spelling was hurried and inaccurate. A puttee is something completely different to do with wrapping the calves and keeping the trousers bottoms out of the mud- superseded by canvas and leather gaiters . Not to be confused with a puggaree which is a hat band.
ReplyDeleteAh, the days of apple buttocks, where did they go? Mr Beardshaw has the only pair left in the country. He works on them every morning between 5:30 and 9:00am. The secret is a combination of Pilates, aerobic clenching and massage (with chili oil and attar of roses)