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GST volunteer day at Maulden Heath 17/05/2015 TL066384
Dear Tim and Sue
A glorious day for the Voles on Tuesday. Sun and clear blue sky (until blocked out by the smoke of two fires). Sadly catering was a bit lacking sans "hotpot", "cakes"
or "donuts" , tea and the sad biscuits left back in the Landrover.
Despite these setbacks and the absence of many Voles with pathetic excuses ( Hernia, hip replacements, house sales, house purchases, funerals, holidays in Sri
Lanka, baby sitting, and many more I have forgotten) the happy band had a great time creating mayhem on the heath. It was good to have with us for the morning (after
voling retirement) that splendid chap "Roberta" (alias Colin # 1) as well as Maryla and he lovely little grandson Charlie (not the cartoonist).
It was also good to have fireraiser Breed with us & who I voted for the best clean burning bonfire manager of the two very smoky fires that shrouded us all in a bit of smoke from time
to time. We were then able to sing or hum lines from that famous that famous ditty "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes".
They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside
Can not be denied
They, said some day you'll find
All who love are blind
When you heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes
So I chaffed them, and I gaily laughed
To think they would doubt our love
And yet today, my love has gone away
I am without my love
Now laughing friends deride
Tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes
That's for the next time so that the hummers can sing too! So until then I shall leave memories for:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;(and sisters)
For those to-day that filled their lungs with smoke
Shall be my voler; be they ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle their conditioner, (getting that smoke out of my hair was a real pain)
and those Voles absent (with or without excuse)
And Voles in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not there,
And hold themselves cheap whiles any speaks
That struggled with us upon Shrove Tuesday
All see my snaps as usual at www.flickr.com/photos/pitzys_pyx/
P1320726
GST volunteer day at Maulden Heath 17/05/2015 TL066384
Dear Tim and Sue
A glorious day for the Voles on Tuesday. Sun and clear blue sky (until blocked out by the smoke of two fires). Sadly catering was a bit lacking sans "hotpot", "cakes"
or "donuts" , tea and the sad biscuits left back in the Landrover.
Despite these setbacks and the absence of many Voles with pathetic excuses ( Hernia, hip replacements, house sales, house purchases, funerals, holidays in Sri
Lanka, baby sitting, and many more I have forgotten) the happy band had a great time creating mayhem on the heath. It was good to have with us for the morning (after
voling retirement) that splendid chap "Roberta" (alias Colin # 1) as well as Maryla and he lovely little grandson Charlie (not the cartoonist).
It was also good to have fireraiser Breed with us & who I voted for the best clean burning bonfire manager of the two very smoky fires that shrouded us all in a bit of smoke from time
to time. We were then able to sing or hum lines from that famous that famous ditty "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes".
They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside
Can not be denied
They, said some day you'll find
All who love are blind
When you heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes
So I chaffed them, and I gaily laughed
To think they would doubt our love
And yet today, my love has gone away
I am without my love
Now laughing friends deride
Tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes
That's for the next time so that the hummers can sing too! So until then I shall leave memories for:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;(and sisters)
For those to-day that filled their lungs with smoke
Shall be my voler; be they ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle their conditioner, (getting that smoke out of my hair was a real pain)
and those Voles absent (with or without excuse)
And Voles in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not there,
And hold themselves cheap whiles any speaks
That struggled with us upon Shrove Tuesday
All see my snaps as usual at www.flickr.com/photos/pitzys_pyx/