Sunday was the last day of the Festival. I‘d been invited there, with a companion (Kerry), by the Chairman. We met at Paul and Debbie’s home and were all at the Festival grounds by 6pm, which gave us time - before joining our hosts for dinner - to see more of the art exhibits. As we went in a pair of enormous ‘flies’ towered over us accompanied by an equally tall ‘Devil’.
Kerry, me, Debbie and Paul
An exclusive exhibition of Salvadore Dali’s work was on display. This bronze sculpture is of a ballerina dancing on a piano.
The Terrace Restaurant overlooks the river where we joined our hosts for dinner. As we ate we watched the tranquil ever-changing scene before us. It was a beautiful balmy night, which pleased the girls, even though they’d brought pashmina’s in case the wind blew in from the river. The main attraction on the floating stage was ‘The Bootleg Beatles’ - probably the best tribute Beatle band in the world. Kerry, being a dancer and singer, was thoroughly enjoying herself from our wonderful vantage point in the stand as she clapped away in time to the music. Me, I’m more of an Elvis Presley fan.
The 'Bootleg Beatles' on the floating stage
The evening – and the Festival – ended with Jo Brand performing at the Riverside Cabaret tent. She’s one of Britain’s best female comedians and is renowned for being a bit scatological. I find her extremely funny. Pity we had to stand – she’s very popular. Her show lasted nearly an hour, after which we wended our way home around midnight.
I haven’t done much painting this week. Been a bit under the weather, I’m afraid.
You know, I really value my friends. Very caring. On Saturday morning, for example, Felicity drove me to The Royal Berkshire Hospital for a pelvic scan. And waited the couple of hours till it was over to bring me back home. And another good friend will take me to another hospital on Thursday morning for my scheduled colonoscopy- which I’m not looking forward to.