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Happy Birthday Mick.

Today is my friend Mick Duff’s 70th birthday.   

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Mick and I first met when we were five years old.     We attended The Camp School in Kent, situated in the middle of bluebell woods and housed in wooden army huts from the war, it was a wonderful foundation for creative spirits.

Gail, Mick’s wife, came to The Camp School when she was about seven – and yes, they married and together have lived a life filled with creativity, along with producing their glorious daughter, Lucy.

There was no central heating in the classrooms, – we grew vegetables in little gardens around the huts, which we ate for our lunch.   We danced around the maypole, as well as lots of country dancing.    We walked and ran everywhere….no being ferried around in cars…

Mick and Gail are very involved with keeping up ancient English folk lore traditions.  They believe that their love of this came directly from one particular teacher at The Camp School, Mrs Whitefield. 

When we get together, it’s as if no time has gone by at all….as if we are exactly the same as we were back then……long may that last.

May the magical hummingbirds always surround you, Mick.

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A Bientôt

A Wassailling we will go…..

This weekend, I am going to Kent to stay with my dear friends, Mick and Gail, and a Wassaillng we will go.

We met at The Camp School in Kent when we were five years old!….the school was made up of wooden army huts (this was right after world war II) and set in the middle of bluebell woods.

We had no central heating, we grew our own vegetables and creativity was abound.   All three of us have dedicated our lives to the arts.    Mick is a photographer/musician, Gail, an author/actress and I am a painter.     Gail and Mick married and have a glorious daughter.

Recent watercolour of Gail

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Recent watercolour of Mick

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There are two forms of Wassailing…one would be called carol singing where villagers go from house to house,  and the other centres around the ancient custom of visiting orchards in cider producing regions of England, reciting incantations and singing to the trees to promote a good harvest for the year. 

Tomorrow night we will be visiting the orchards that surround Gail and Mick’s home to sing to the trees:)

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And of course the magical hummingbirds will be there…..

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Have a lovely weekend.

A bientôt.

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