Ahhhhhhhh Phil.... your poem has to be put on the poetry thread too ( please may i copy and paste it there). Its brilliant!
As we say here, you had to be there!!! .... no words can convey the fun we had and the connection we all made with each other. I am home now drinking coffee from my cup that Ken gave me and my daughter told me that she heard me laughing in my sleep last night.
Phil looking at his 20 pound note like it was a photo of a lost lover
Henning dedicating Avalanche to me
Eating our lunch in a castle and Jean trying to eat hers with a pair of pliers!
Anne and I seeing Leonard winking at us every time Phil moved on his seat.
Judys beautiful infectious laughter
Ken's disappointed face when he found out we Irish don't like Christy Moore
Being asked to be models for some Hotel website in Wales ( even if the photographer said he had a lot of airbrushing work to do
The pianist serending us with jazz versions of Leonards songs as we ate
The magnificent sunsets
Joe singing that Woody Guthrie song
Meeting 3 guys halfway up a mountain carrying up an ironing board, and iron and a shirt in a wheel barrow, to do some extreme ironing at the summit
Me, thinking I was getting chatted up by two 27 year olds but Pete put me straight when he told me I was seeing double and it was one 54 year old
Reaching the top of the mountain.............. and falling on the way down
I could go on and on and I am allowed talk about it for 2 weeks anyway accordng to Mambo.
Diane, Tim, Ken, Dave, Henning, Christophe, Margaret, John, Judy, Liz, Pete, Judith, Mambo, Sinikka, Ian, Sally Paula, Joe and Anne , Linda and John................ a thousand thanks for one of the best weekends I ever had.
Anyway that is enough talking for now
A Still Tongue Makes for a Happy Life
Lots of Love