Picnics and Paintings…24 hours in Seething

It started, as it so often seems to in Seething, with the Guinea pigs… shopping for picnic ingredients in Sainsbury’s. And then a hop, skip and jump to St Andrew’s Square, frilly with bunting and with Lefi in attendance. Rum punch galore and fine music played by a man in the baggiest trousers I have witnessed outside of Glastonbury. Could one want for any more on a scorchio August Bank Holiday in the suburbs?

But there was more- after the picnic came the art- a marathon of it- at the Lamb, with the promise of a cape to be fashioned, looooooong pictures for colouring in, competitions to enter, metal to be twisted into new and exciting shapes, large pieces of fabulous art on the gates outside the pub, and on the wall in the garden.

Not forgetting of course, the small matter of a Fairy staying up through the night to magic up a wonderful watercolour…

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And- even more- the next day,beginning this morning, Sim running a stained glass workshop in the garden!

 

All for charity, with the finished pieces to be auctioned later this year and you can still donate here for Creative Youth – because all of this was done to raise funds for this superb charity.

I still wonder if all these amazing things can really be taking place in the sleepy town where I grew up…but they really are.

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By Lucy Furlong

www.lucyfurlong.com

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“Bye!” “ What a lovely day it’s been” “Good to see you!”  “Catch up soon…”

We ambled our way through happy crowds of people, still enjoying the food, music, cider and late afternoon sunshine, towards the exit, only to be stopped by a cheerful lady holding a plate of scones: “25 pence each!” she said.

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jamming

“Pick two” I said to the nipper, “but don’t touch them, your hands are too grubby.” He put down his stick with the balloon tied to the end and carefully considered them for a moment; picked one plain and one fruit and they were popped into a little blue and white stripey paper bag.

“Now  we will need jam for these…” and the woman pointed me in the direction of the WI tent, about four yards from where we were standing, and gave me a leaflet in case I was interested in joining : “By the way, have you seen the bee man? I wonder if he’s still there. You must have a look- you can see the Queen bee!” She checked and he was indeed still round the corner from where we were standing. We promised to see the bee man after acquiring jam for our scones.

We walked into the shade of the tent and eyed up the goodies…rows of jams in an assortment of jars, all stickered with tempting labels including  Toffee-apple , Caramelised Strawberry and…  Plum and Vanilla, which the nipper chose to take home with us.

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buzzin’

And then a trip around the corner, through the trees, to see the bee man with his glass frame of busy bees, where we tried and failed to spot the Queen, but we did have a drone pointed out to us.

“Hello! I thought you’d gone!” “Hello – yes so did we – but we’re still here!”

And so the day continued. We had once again been caught happily in the whirly web of Seething.

 

 

Lucy Furlong

www.lucyfurlong.com