Summer has been saving all its sun and is now letting us have it all in one go. Today is glorious and the town is full of proud dapper parents and beaming begowned and graduating young people. Dad jokes are in the air and the graduates get younger and younger every year don't you know.
While Bath's many visitors are having their moment in the sun, we have been beavering away on our new website, so please have a look and let me know what you think. We are still ironing out some glitches, but most items on the site can now be purchased on the site itself, as is the way with this here modern world of ours.
Green tea is my favourite beverage and one couldn't be served organic sencha Japanese loose leaf out of a daintier teapot than this...
Tricia Thom 27. Small Round Teapot, Red Procelain 20 x 16 cm. £190
Tricia Thom 48. Small oval Jug (Splash) Porcelain 17 x 18 cm. £170
With graduation in mind.....
Jaques to Duke Senior
' All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.'
The beautiful day demands a re-upping of this beautiful painting, and a reminder that autumn round these parts isn't so bad.....
Andrew Crocker As My Heart Beats Oil on Board 100 x 75 cm. POA
Daniel Crawshaw Tryfan Oil on Canvas 150 x 200 cm. £7,000
And going a little further up beyond the foothills...
'The Sun' by Mary Oliver
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone–
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance–
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love–
do you think there is anywhere, in any
language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed–
or have you too
turned from this world–
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
by Mary Oliver
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Thank you very much for reading.
Aidan