I’m here again. In fact I’m soon going home, having been here all week. Since I was last here, a few weeks ago, several things have happened. The first is the installation in the chapel of textile artist Wendy Rudd’s Windsails. These are very lovely and totally transform the space. I think they will be there until sometime in October.
The second, slightly more traumatic happening, is the loss of Sweet Memories of Hawarden from the High Street. Over the summer I’ve been getting by on weekly fixes of spearmint pips, blackcurrant bonbons and chewing nuts from this wonderfully old-fashioned little sweetshop, which is a veritable treasure trove of tempting things that are bad for your teeth and waistline. But I ventured out this week in search of 100g of something to rustle in a small white paper bag, and it had gone. Not far, it must be admitted (to an outlet in the local Garden Centre complex), but lost to the High Street. I had to make do with a bag of toffees from the Post Office, but it wasn’t the same.
Thirdly, the Scrabble Cushions (distinct objects of desire) that make up the name of the ‘Food for Thought’ daytime café are starting to be interfered with. Earlier this week they turned into ‘Doff Rough Tooth’. I spent an hour when I should have been giving yet more attention to Elizabeth Barrett Browning working out quite a few more anagrams. Currently displayed is ‘God Of Hoof Truth’.
Last time I was here I actually ordered and had delivered a new digital camera (not having one of my own) precisely because I wanted to be able to take some photos both of Gladstone’s Library, and of the stunning Edward Burne-Jones stained glass in St. Deiniol’s Church next door. The Nativity window, apparently EBJ’s last work before he died, is wonderful. The church needs to have some good-quality photos taken of the windows, I think, as they would make terrific cards that visitors would want to buy. I’m rather pleased with my photos here: