Feral adventures on Whitehawk Hill
Glorious afternoon in Brighton.
We arrived on the tail end of a well known daily papers’ vintage London to Brighton race – what a treat. I have been following Mr Frys ‘Afry’ adventures on Twitter and http://www.stephenfry.com but chasing rhino’s in the African bush simply can’t compare with the views from Whitehawk Hill on the slopes of the food project, amongst the cultivation of veg and berry and fruit, with a bonfire smoking and a cup of steaming tea on the verandah. Views of the beautiful briny, blue skies, bramble bush and boats spoilt only by the Marina blocking a corner of the vista like a grandiose white elephant. Our exuberant puppy made friends with Bruno, the giant cross Newfoundland/Collie/Lab and didn’t disgrace himself when Bruno joined in with the singing.
Our heartfelt thanks to Food Project volunteers/friends and to Feral Theatre Company for the wonderful storytelling. Homemade Toffee apples, soul cake, pumpkin soup and baked potatoes made for an unforgettable All Souls Day. Before we tore ourselves away, I couldn’t bear to dismantle my ‘inner child’, so left it hanging on a bush to scare the crows away.
Watch out for Feral’s new website and if you live nearby don’t miss their next event, heartwarming, affirming and brimming with friendly folk – plus the big adventure of finding it in the first place!
November 4th, 2008 at 09:37 pm
it was really gorgeous! -regardless of the cold
the Feral theatre company were rather engaging, and their message of learning to let go of the dead was conveyed clearly, but what i wanted to know was what were the potato people that the old woman had hanging off her belt…
November 12th, 2008 at 04:16 pm
Pagan symbolism?