|A significant birthday
||[Aug. 21st, 2013|10:37 pm]
Yesterday was the significant birthday of my brother the BoyBear. He didn't have a big party - didn't want one, apparently, and anyway, the date fell during the Whitby Folk Festival, so he wouldn't be home. This worked well for durham_rambler and me, as we've got into the habit of visiting the Bears during their annual trip to Whitby, so we simply booked ourselves a hotel there for the night. GirlBear shopped for a small supply of necessary fripperies - serviettes and candles - and explained to the shop assistant that her husband didn't want a big fuss. "Ah, so you're making a small fuss," replied the assistant, and GirlBear admitted that this was the case.
So we didn't buy this cake.
Despite which, we didn't run short of cake, nor of friends to help us eat it. There were the friends with whom the Bears are sharing the flat in Whitby, and the friends from York who came down specially for the overninght, and various other friends who also happened to be at the festival, and they turned up in random configurations to help us eat an early dinner of takeaway curry, a late supper of cake (with candles and sparklers and pink fizz - comparative tasting of pink fizz, of which I think Chapel Down was probably the winner), and a next morning coffee and cake at Sanders Yard.
There was plenty of music, too, but no great moment of discovery: the piece I enjoyed most was one of the songs the Bears have been working on with the friends they are currently flatsharing with. The most lively debate was either: the Foxglove Trio, what was wrong with their sound balance? (consensus: don't know, but wouldn't mind hearing them again when they've fixed it) or the Rifle Club Singaround: can nothing be done about the noise from the hand-dryer in the ladies'? (apparently not). A bit of a damper, too, was cast over the proceedings by news of the death a week ago of Louisa Killen: I hadn't heard (only the Telegraph seems to have noticed, which is odd...). We heard Louisa Killen at one of the One Night in Gateshead concerts, and she wasn't particularly well then. But one of the records I grew up with (one of the few which belonged to my father, not my mother) was a recording of mining songs by Lou Killen and the High Level Ranters, and his is the version I know best of Shoals of Herring.
Talking of which: before we left Whitby, durham_rambler and I took the oppotunity to see over Reaper, a Fifie Sailing Herring Drifter and outpost of the Scottish Fisheries Museum at Anstruther, which we visited last autumn. In itself, a lovely working piece of the past, but with treasure on board: look! a St Kilda mail boat (like the one in Stromness museum).
Not that cake? But it looks YUMMY.
Happy BD, BoyBear.
But it looks YUMMY.
Too good to eat? Or maybe just too big?
Mmm. Sanders Yard. Happy Birthday!
The Guardian did note her passing
, but as Louis, but for a sentence in passing, which is sad. I hadn't known that Angela Carter [!] wrote his liner notes, back when.
Gan canny, lass.
That's typical Guardian unfortunately. For a so called liberal left newspaper they are remarkably transphobic.
It's an interesting comment on something- one of those 'what everyone knows' about trans folks- that we all know one another. I wasn't even aware that Louisa had done in her seventies what I did at fifteen and I'm very definitely a folkie..............
Oh, thank you - how did we miss that?
I´d say, that´s clearly a Bear Cake. With doors! Just hard to transport, I imagine, unless you have it delivered by lorry.
It's a seaside cake: with bathing huts. And watchful seagulls
, who would probably peck your eyes out, if you tried to take their cake away from them.
(And it's in the window of the cakeshop just round the corner from the Bears' flat: no transport required, and we passed it every time we went anywhere...)
How could I miss the Watchful Seagulls? They are so cute! The seaside cake is so gorgeous I couldn´t stop myself from linking to it for someone else´s birthday, I forgot to ask in the hurry and now hope you won´t send´em over to peck my eyes out for not having asked for permission beforehand...
No problem! On my part, anyway - you take your chances with the seagulls...
They´re not puffins and I am so sorry about that but I just had to present you with these guys to try and make up for the watchful seagulls I nicked from you: http://www.foodiewithfamily.com/2011/12/13/black-olive-penguins/
At least they´re in on the Ocean Theme; being Seaside Fellows, so to speak! I may try and send these to my own brother. With scarves, off course, against the cold up in Viking Land.
What can I say...? What sort of mind imagines something like that? (And having imagined it, actually does it...)