Letter from Leicester – Gelato included

Gelato Village Leicester, England

Gelato Village Leicester, England

The trip to Leicester was an impulse – something to do with the heatwave, and meeting Antonio De Vecchi and Daniele Taverna in Turin. All we talked about in Turin was food, and their passion was gelato…so much of a passion that they started Gelato Village in Leicester, England.

I’d never been to Leicester. Now I had two reasons to go.

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In St Ives as Emma storms the beaches of Cornwall

The cold breath of Storm Emma reaches Cornwall

The cold breath of Storm Emma reaches Cornwall

Should we go? Shouldn’t we go? Mad to go! Mad not to go! Outside the window the snow drifts … ominous and unsettled.

“If we can get out of here the middle looks quiet.”

“No storm here yet,” they assure us in St Ives.

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Happy Christmas … may there be peace and goodwill

The Phraser will be on pause for Christmas. Here is a tiny handmade video of carol singers on a train platform. This was filmed from the bridge over the tracks so it is all a bit long-distance – a meander, caught on our commute home. 🚂Best viewed with sound.🎄🎶🎆

Sidmouth FolkWeek – sun, rain, sea and song

Sidmouth, Devon, England

Sidmouth, Devon, England

Happiness … a folk festival set in a patchwork bowl beside the sea.

Early August means FolkWeek when Sidmouth, in Devon, ties bells below her knees, plumps her seafront with craft stalls, and flies a few tunes up her hillsides.

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Happy Easter! This year we’re in England.

Wisley Gardens in England

Wisley Gardens in England – ready for the Easter weekend

There is warmth and new green in the south this weekend.  The trees are fresh-leafed, there are bluebells in the woods, and there’s blossom on the verges … it’s beautiful.

And, of course, there are chocolate eggs … but not like in Naples, Italy.

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Two hours of stubborn defence kept England’s heart hopeful in Kiev last night.

Today hope might lie in a heap but a dusting of pride should remain – England did not collapse.  Steven Gerrard and John Terry held fast and the players and luck fell in behind them to deny the Italians the goals that seemed inevitable.

It all worked until the bitter, penalty end.

We followed the match commentary on BBC Radio 5 live as we travelled the Gatwick stretch of the M25.

The noise of the crowd pitched through the car as the commentators struggled to keep up with the pace of the opening moves.  Mario Balotelli, Antonio Cassano and Daniele De Rossi attacked the English goal forcing the pace and England on to the defensive.

Then back came England sweeping a ball into the poised hands of the Italian goalkeeper Gianluigi Buffon.

Perhaps it was at this point – with the ball in the hands of ‘superman’ Gigi Buffon – that the dream slowly started to shred.  The team in white fought and guarded but could never quite scatter the blue defence that hemmed them in and charged them down.  Tension and commentary slowly slipped their adrenalin.

The broadcast took on a new rhythm.  It rang to the pulse of Italian names – Riccardo Monolivo, Daniele De Rossi, Alessandro Diamanti.  The players seemed to bounce around the car – they claimed, they denied and always there was the everywhere Andrea Pirlo.  Again and again they paced the ball away from the weary legs of Wayne Rooney and tested the reactions of John Terry and Steven Gerrard.

Somehow England clung on, forcing the game past Kiev’s midnight and to a penalty shoot-out.

The M25 ran eerily quiet as the teams lined up to face the net for the final few minutes.  The commentators, hushed then frantic, covered the outcome.

It was the misses that did the intial damage – two to England and one to Italy.  Next Andrea Pirlo stepped forward and delivered the perfect ball – a measured kick that pushed England’s goalkeeper, Joe Hart, into awkward air and Italy back toward the semi-finals.

Then Antonio Nocerino and Alessandro Diamanti drove two more balls past Joe Hart.  As Italy reached 4 we heard the roar of Italian fans in Kiev.

The  M25, under a slim moon, must have heard it too.