Crossing our fingers, it will be great to perform in this town, a little theatre is just perfect for that!
Cironcester is sooo Englishly pretty. Especially in a sunny wheather, but, mind you, on our request, we had a tipical English weather since the day we arrived, so that day also was marked by changes every 5 minutes.
Of course I could take my camera out for a picture only when the rain ceased....
Cironcester and other neighbouring towns and villages got rich, as Gerard says ' on a Welsh wool bought cheap and transformed into textiles, using water mill power and the newly invented machinery' . Enlish, and not Welsh got rich.
A walk in the village- an extensive area with lovely old residence houses with its vast gardens, fields with horses, tennis courts, riverbank paths ( you can actually walk to London along the river, it will take about a week according to our hosts) and parks was interrupted by moving to another point in our day's agenda: Ross on Wye tango workshops! Gerard, showing his perfect organizing skills,brought us to this over 1 hour drive away place on time. Ross tango organisation hired a village hall for this special event. TO our astonishment and delight, this enormous, well equipped hall with fantastic dance floor was ..... in the middle of the forest ( of Dean) with glassed walls overlooking the forest around! What an inspiration! Deer can appear any time...
When the classes and milonga finished, driving back home, we got a surprise: a family of 6 or 7 deer made us stop the car! Three of the bigger deer har antlers and they took their time before they disappeared in the forest. We could observe those majestic elegant creatures for a good while, taking their apparition as a good sign. Forest of Dean is treating us SO GOOD!
Besides, we had a feast of live music on the piano every day. I was especially touched when we heard " Vuelvo al sur" Gerard was practising for Friday:
I deposited my dresses to change in the beautiful bedroom upstairs. The view from the window was just delightful. I was in a film ( Secret Garden? Pride and pregedice? Remains of the day?)
Dancing and chatting and fun were had untill the indecent time of about 2 am, with a closing ceremony of brandy served by Roger, the host. Nobody seemed to want to leave the party. The FIRST TANGO PARTY IN THE VILLAGE. And hopefully not the last...
Victor posing with Gerard, who was adviced on his outfit by us- black trousers, red shirt and a red vest with the golden music notes on it. Carol was wering her golden catsuits on our request as well ( in stead of a ' good girl' s dress' )
Me in front of the victorian make up setting in the changing room.
No, no, there was no possibility to catch up with the sleep, since Gerard's agenda for us was packed! And irresistible. Saturday was specifically intense. The first mission was to visit the farm ( A REAL ORGANIC FARM) with sheep and cows, beloning to the squash friend of Gerard's, Paul.
Saturday was THE ONLY ENTIRELY SUNNY DAY SINCE WE ARRIVED TO ENGLAND. To our surprise it has not even rained once, not even a drizzle... WE were delighted to spend most of this day outdoors. First we met Paul and Sarah in their enourmous house- converted barn, outside of Strout ( then I leart the expression to be dressed like from Strout, as I was wearing my Ibiza cloths). We cannot glorify the English landscape more- the valley of Slad is an idyllic paradise. Paul, after an obligatory cup of coffe, invited us to view his fields and his animals. It was exciting to drive sheep from one field to the other and the third one, as he does rotating cows and sheep to finish grazing on a juicy meddows.
Sorry for those multiply fotos with the sheep. I cannot help it, there are soooooooo sheepily cute!
We had 2 dogs with us. I really liked Puzzle. Very English indeed!
The juicy green pasture, while and black sheep, hills with stone houses perfectly blended was delight to our eyes.
Running down with sheep to the gate. It was an amazing experience! Thank to Paul who let us do it on that very day!
We said good bye to Paul and Sarah, and Puzzle, Gerard and Carol purched a big box of beef steaks and off we went back to Ashton. Another point of the programme was an open air concert in the local pub and Martin, one of the musician guests of the tango spectacle at Mansion House, was playing with his group.
We could not have a better day to sit on the lown in the back yard of a Jockey and Horse pub and listen to the music played by the different local group. As said before- most of Ashton Keynes inhabitants are either musicians, painters, dancers or artists of some other kind.
After having played with his band, Paul and his wife Jackey, joined us for a pint. I had lovely organic cider. I imagine you do not have many even summer days like that. ENTIRELY SUNNY. A PERFECT WARM ENGLISH SUMMER DAY, not a sweat hot day like they have right now in other countries in Europe. This is to be in a right place at a right time...
As ( our) life is a chain of interconnected events and enounters, we met some other people from our public, with stilll fresh tango memories in their bodies, and we could not refuse the invitation of Glen and Mike to visit their house ( 400 years old again!) for tea. This meant a little change of plans, which we did not mind att all/ in stead of beer tasting in the neighbouring village pub, we got to know another fabulous old country residence house....
Both Victor and me were amazed how many special people you can fit in a village. Glen and Mike are definitely the ones. Victor the arquitect examined the arquitecture, both old and the new. Conservatory was matching the rest.
We learnt another thing: if you are invited by Enlish for tea it means tea or coffe, cakes, beer and wine. An aperitive.
Hard to choose the cake. SO I tasted three of them. Victor was in a dilema.
Mike tought Victor how to play snoocker. First time in his life, Victor nearly beats the master!
Meanwhile the boys were playing snooker and Gerard the piano, the girls went to the secret ladies' s room for a chat.
We are always running of out time! In the perfect agenda of Gerard we have not free time! Now, we had to run back for the dinner with Martin and Jackey! Lamb chops were to have had. And plenty of wine. As a starter- music and cultural exchange:
That was Victor's piece of cake, I mean, bit of crumpet. Looking at the engine, starting it and talk cars with Roger. I was glad just to look at the beauty of the car regreting not having a ride.
We found it! That is, we found the place and a stone confirming our discovery, but.. not a drop of water! It must have been a dry hot summer here before we came. We imagined the water underground.