The world from my window

After our first foray into  Bridport Hat Festival , at which Mr Grigg and I rather boringly wore our trusty Panamas purchased from a little shop in the delightful small town of Salento, high in the Colombian Andes, it's now time to put on our thinking caps. In 2019, we need a mass entry from Lush Places that really captures the spirit of our lively little community. We've managed to miss Bridport's wonderful celebration of all things hats ever since it began nine years ago. But next year, we'll delay our holiday not only for the Melplash Show (my favourite day of the West Dorset year) but also the hat festival. On Saturday, we ventured into my kind of town, found a place to park and wandered up the street. Everyone, but everyone, was wearing hats. Even the dogs. There were market stall holders in hats. Siblings in hats. Friends in hats. If you weren't wearing a hat, you stood out like a naked, sore thumb. There were...

It's the General Election tomorrow and I've made it my business to be out in the evening. After suffering a heart attack on Brexit eve  while watching the television coverage, there is only so much I can take. So I'm off with friends to see The Bristol Old Vic Theatre School perform Under Milk Wood in Bridport . Says the blurb:  Set in the fictitious fishing village of Llareggub, this twenty four hour peek into the lives and loves of the likes of Captain Cat, Polly Garter and Willy Nilly has continued to enthral its audiences ever since. With its canvas of nonsense gossip, feuds, affairs, fights, frauds and practical jokes, the play pulses with the vitality and relish of real life characters re-living their dreams and desires. “Using Thomas’ delightful descriptions, the Bristol Old Vic Theatre School students have turned this feast for the ears into a hearty beano for the eyes.”  Robin Markell, BBC Captain Cat gets my vote every time, even if he's got a...