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Drama on the First Night of the Dover Military Tattoo 2012

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Another early post on The Phraser, given a boost by the recent addition of this image of a Turner painting that the Tate has kindly allowed me to use.

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Joseph Mallord William Turner (1775–1851) 'Ports of England' Watercolours, Dover, D18154 Turner Bequest CCVIII U, digital image © Tate released under Creative Commons CC-BY-NC-ND (3.0 Unported) Dover circa 1825 Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851 Accepted by the nation as part of the Turner Bequest 1856 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/D18154 digital image © Tate released under Creative Commons CC-BY-NC-ND (3.0 Unported)

The Queen’s Diamond Jubilee has passed in a wave of celebrations. One took place in a damp mist on the parade ground at Connaught Barracks, high above Dover.

There was a breeze and plenty of drama.

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We thought it would be obvious …

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Vesuvius from the Castell dell-Ovo

Vesuvius from the Castell dell’Ovo

We should have known better – nothing is obvious about Vesuvius.

The volcano has sat across the bay from us all summer – big, blue and balmy.  It reclines like some artist’s prop, a balance to the curve of sea and islands, a backdrop for the scuttle of life on its slopes and down to the shore.

It looks benign, the perfect place for an afternoon stroll, perhaps even a villa or two.

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Drama on the First Night of the Dover Military Tattoo 2012

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Joseph Mallord William Turner (1775–1851) 'Ports of England' Watercolours, Dover, D18154 Turner Bequest CCVIII U, digital image © Tate released under Creative Commons CC-BY-NC-ND (3.0 Unported)

Dover circa 1825 Joseph Mallord William Turner 1775-1851 Accepted by the nation as part of the Turner Bequest 1856 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/D18154 digital image © Tate released under Creative Commons CC-BY-NC-ND (3.0 Unported)

The Queen’s Diamond Jubilee has passed in a wave of celebrations. One took place in a damp mist on the parade ground at Connaught Barracks, high above Dover.

There was a breeze and plenty of drama.

Continue reading →