This photograph escaped from the post below - which I almost lost - to my horror'
Dame Sybil Thorndike and her beloved husband Sir lewis Casson

There is nothing like a Dame.

Jane Asher is the latest Lady Bracknell in Oscar Wilde's The Importance of being Earnest
It seems only yesterday she was the red-haired girl friend of Sir Paul McCartney (who married this week-end for the third time)
She has never spoken of her time with him
She married the illustrator Gerald Scarfe and they have three children. She has written three novels and has a cake shop business in London.
Jane, now in her sixties is at the Rose Theatre in Kingston playing Lady Bracknell much younger than usual and replacing the battle-axe
persona of Lady B with a cool sarcasm. She isn't yet an official Dame - but give her time.
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Dame Sybil Thorndike 1882-1976 was a Dame par excellence. She trained as a classical pianist but hand cramps put paid to that
so she became an actress
In 1908 whilst understudying Candida she was spotted by George Bernard Shaw who wrote the play St Joan for her.
At this time she met her beloved husband Lewis Casson
and eventually they were both knighted. They were active members of the Labour Party, Pacifists and when they toured South Africa strongly anti apartheid. Sybil always insisted on washing her own stage costume. 'It knows exactly what to do and it mustn't be touched!

Their marriage lasted until his death aged 93. When asked if she ever thought of splitting with her husband she replied:
'Divorce never - murder often!'
When she was awarded the Companion of Honour Olivier sent a telegram saying he couldn't imagine a nicer companion for the Queen. She showed great courage on stage well into old age, in spite of crippling arthritis

Dame Edith Evans 1888-1976
She was nominated for three Academy Awards and is best remembered for her haughty aristocratic Lady Bracknell. Her unforgettable 'A Handbaaaaaag?' using half a dozen musical syllables makes a pitfall for actresses to beware of. She started out as an apprentice milliner and didn't act till the age of 24. In spite of her beautifully modulated voice she was a cockney. She married George Booth and they were very happy for ten years when tragically he died of a brain tumour. She never remarried.
Bryan Forbes - actor, director and writer adapted a film The Whisperers for her and also wrote her life story Ned's Girl. They became close friends and I remember her saying in an interview she always liked to be a little bit in love - it made the days so much happier.
After her triumph as Lady B - what Forbes described as her 'great essay in dragon hood,' - she tried to avoid being cast in similar roles.
She said:
'Actresses are such very dull people off stage. We are only delightful and brilliant when we are doing what we are told to do. Off stage we are awful chumps.'



Dame Maggie Smith 1934... Nominated for 6 Oscars and winning 2. she was born in Ilford - an Essex girl.
In 1951 she joine the Oxford Playhouse School and had an all round education in the theatre becoming an Assistant Stage Manager
the next few years she was involved in all kinds of productions including farce, paantomime and revue. Billed as a singing comedienne
she went from the revue The Singing Lettuce to playing Shakespeare at the Old Vic. In 1963 she signed up with Olivier's Royal National Theatre company and I remember seeing her Desdemona with Olivier playing Othello. He was reported as saying he woud never act with her again.
In 1967 she married Robert Stephens and they had two sons. She had a great success in Coward's Hay Fever and her 'this kipper is disgusting' was remembered with glee. She was excellent in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie but whilst playing in Private Lives her marriage foundered
She married an old flame Beverly Cross and they had 23 happy years until his death in 1998.
She had done a lot of revue work with Kenneth Williams and at times could sound eerily like him
There were accusations that she was caricaturing herself so she took herself off to The Stratford Festival in Ontario and played Cleopatra, Three Sisters and Macbeth to great acclaim
Back home she redeemed herself acting in Alan Bennett's Talking Heads and the Lady in the Van
Bennett said 'The boundary between laughter and tears is where Maggie is poised always.'

In spite of a bout with breast cancer Dame Maggie Smith is now at top of her game playing Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham in Julian Fellowes' Downton Abbey on ITV1 making Sunday nights an unmissable delight

Random stuff

Seated one day at the organ I was weary and ill at ease,

And my fingers wandered idly over the ‘something’ keys.

I know not why I was weary,

Nor what I was thinking of …

This song is reverberating in my head – after another couple of lines I think Jerusalem bursts forth; a firm favourite at our Sunday School Concerts during the war (WW1) so I’m regressing again. Since writing this I have listened to ‘The Lost Chord and of course it is NOT a precursor to Jerusalem – but it would work IMO.

The cupboard was bare when I went to look for a post today. I looked back at an old notebook written in 2000 soon after my mother’s death but it was full of pain and anger and I didn’t want to go there. I looked back at my blog – roughly a year ago and was cheered. We were just about to leave for the hospital for MTL to have his second op – a reversal which if successful would get our life back on the road to normality before bracing ourselves for six months chemo and all that entailed. We had cancelled our holiday in the cottage at Fremington as any upset is so much easier to cope with at home.

I’m so thankful to be where we are now -MTL is eating and sleeping well and getting his bounce back and we have a week’s holiday soon. So much to be thankful for.

We were startled yesterday evening at a big thump on the window. I couldn’t see anything but today Sheila pointed out the clear imprint of yet another owl. After the last collision I draw the curtains before it gets dark but now will have to do it before I put the light on. - I don’t really want to move the mirror. I’m amazed that it flies so low - Sheila thinks it is a tawny owl – it should wear a crash helmet.

My tubs are looking a little tawdry; Karen suggested I get wallflowers – Persian Carpet and Tom Thumb and I need more compost for when the lovely anemones I ordered appear. We are having violent deluges at present so back to buckets in the flat-roofed garage. Yesterday I met the girls for lunch and managed to walk there and back – do some shopping and keep dry.

I notice that kindles have come down in price but I still can’t imagine getting the same pleasure as I do from reading a book. My latest is Sister –Rosamund Lupton’s debut novel – an exciting thriller. I’m on the lookout for more gripping books as reading has assumed the importance in my life that it always used to have. Also an unmissable film - as on holiday we’ll be within easy reach of a cinema for a change.

Our habitual silence is rudely punctured at present with J C B’s and the like. A neighbour is having his garaged demolished and rebuilt and we have had a week of incessant noise. The neighbour has – wisely – taken a holiday. Have a happy weekend.xox

Tawny Owl

NIGEL BLAKE

A Meeting of Titans

Map mentioned this; I had to hear it and then I had to share it. A good memory of Amy; I love the way - after she successfully completes the first phrase - she kisses her necklace and looks Heavenward.

To the Beach

My help who was born and bred in Somerset spoke glowingly of Dunster Beach

Friday's dawn looked promising so we decided to explore. Dunster Beach BTW - like Dunster station is quite a cock stride from the village of Dunster.
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At first I thought it was new to us but then remembered a long walk with #1 son from Minehead to Watchet when we passes the beach huts.

Looking towards Minehead.

There is Grabbist Hill with the little castle thing on top. Behind and to the left is Dunster village

The good weather brings out all the hordes of people - as you can see.


Looking the other way - the Quantocks and probably Bridgwater.

It must be fun to have a beach hut. The sea in front and a lake and the little steam train behind

There are the ducks - we missed the geese

The bridge looked inviting so I accepted.


And here's the lake

I set off on a nature trail - careful badger's crossing.

I could hear the little puff puff but didn't catch a glimpse

I can't resist bridges. One of our favourite occupations is to gaze at the water below and sometimes play Pooh sticks.

At the Smuggler's I had to try the caramelised orange brioche with sticky toffe ice-cream to make sure it really was that good. It was.
I almost aborted this post; although my computer said I wa on line - I wasn't.
For hours! Strange things afoot. I must publish before it disappears.