Bogart of the Twa Dogs
Thursday, 26 July 2007
I've spent most of this week in Keswick with Wonderful Witton, and have just got back. Mandu had kindly refrained from coughing up any furballs for me to discover when walking around the flat in bare feet, so my homecoming was as delightful as can be and we enjoyed a nice cup of tea and a final browse through the week's photos before parting company to do our respective laundry. We had commandeered for ourselves a room in a nice little B&B just down the road from the now infamous "Twa Dogs Inn", home of the only stuffed Bogart in existence - if you don't believe me, have a look at Anne's souvenir postcard and all shall be revealed. Our guesthouse did a fabulous cooked breakfast and had a beautiful ginger cat in residence but boasted rather a dodgy line in showers among its many facilities; ours oscillated gaily between scalding and freezing until Witteroony finally managed to adjust it on our last morning there. We went ostensibly to attend the Keswick Convention, a Christian holiday where one may partake of brilliant Bible teaching, worship sessions and seminars in a big tent, but also managed to fit in - delightfully (!!!) - a dazzling array of extra activities: walking at Aira Force and Ullswater, treating ourselves to copious reading, troughing ourselves with pub grub, ice cream, tea and buttered teacakes, meandering around Hope Park in the centre of Keswick, praying on park benches, delighting in the contents of our iPods, encountering a random lady called Batchy and a bearded local celebrity, purchasing knapsackery, photographing everything, going to the Pencil and Puzzle museums, playing Wonky Donkey and pool (in the Twa Dogs), studying the Bible (in both the Tent and the Twa), lying in bed all morning giving vent to our flatulence and laughing so much we couldn't breathe (which was probably a good thing, given the odours we generated), learning new worship songs, lining up my herbal teabags in order of vileness, discovering the existence of the Bogartus Vulgaris, impersonating the Bagpuss Mice ('Heave! Heave!...'), thanking God for the beauty of His creation and for loving us enough to send Jesus to die for us, talking about a million different things and opening up more to each other. I'm so happy and blessed to have Anne as my friend and loved spending this week with her, sharing so many great experiences with her and getting to know her even better. A gorgeous week!
posted by fiona @ 15:03
