Weymouth is cool. Have never been there before. Was even cooler because our host family lived in a beautiful house with a classic English country garden (lots of roses) with fabulous views over the bay of Dorset. We could sit inside (out of the wind!) and watch windsurfers, waterskiers and jetskiers enjoying the water and even monitoring the galleons that were sailing in and out of the harbour. Weymouth will be hosting sailing events for Olympics in 2012, watch out for it...
Sunday morning and we headed to Weymouth Baptist Church for the YZW to perform. With HR detained in London by closures due to the Tour de France (those pesky French!), I was called upon to speak and to introduce the work of GGA and the YZWs to the congregation. But it was all fine and they sang as beautifully as ever.
We then returned to our host families and we particularly enjoyed a traditional Sunday lunch, snooze, walk along the beach AND an exciting Wimbledon tennis final. What more could one ask for on a sunny Sunday afternoon!?!
The evening performance was at a place called Waterside, conveniently just down the hill from where we were staying. The place was mostly filled with residents from the caravan park, plus Rotarians who were hosting us, but as usual the group was well-received and people had a chance to stock up on beadwork, soapstone hippos and the like. Sadly the giraffes have dwindled in number. We had to leave a box of 'disabled' carved giraffes in Oxford and the rest seem to have met a similar fate in transit...
Now I'm briefly back in Bidford. Feeling a bit rubbish from a cold that has developed into silly cough and rapidly disappearing voice. Am hoping to recover before Scotland, but the trip up there beckons and it's going to have to be a rapid recovery! The problem is, it's very difficult to maintain a healthy lifestyle and eat the proper foods when one is running around all over the place and that will have messed up my immune system, along with the rock 'n' roll events such as Mr Law's little party last week, which knock my blood sugar balance for six. Wonder if it's possible to detox on tour...
Tomorrow I'm on a rescue mission for those disabled giraffes in Oxford before another gig in Rugby, but driving myself around, instead of sitting in a coach, is great. I get to choose the music for one!
