DERELICT SUNDAY

We haven’t been back to our own Church yet because of certain things we are not happy with, so we watched a service from the church I used to go to before we were married, which I had attended since I was very young and we thoroughly enjoyed the service.  

Following the service, we had a quick lunch before going out for a drive because Mr. HCB will be going go Bristol to watch cricket for four days this coming week, which means I will hardly see him and it also means, of course, that I will be without transport, so guess I may be doing a lot of walking this coming week.  

I had taken a particular shot a few weeks ago, intending to use it for my Derelict Sunday shot, but then something else came up, so I was confident that today was the day, so off we went.  However, although I got several good shots, we then drove out of town and came across this derelict tree, which had obviously been uprooted in a storm, so my other shot has been put on the back burner yet again, but it will get done eventually, I hope.

This derelict tree was taken near Hungerford New Town and the bonus was that the side of the field just behind the tree was full of daisies and poppies and of course, it was such a beautiful day with lots of sunshine and a gorgeous blue sky.  I just hope it lasts all week for Mr. HCB and his cricket buddy, Keith.

“Vitally, the human race is dying. 
It is like a great uprooted tree, 
     with its roots in the air. 
We must plant ourselves again 
     in the universe.”
D.H. Lawrence : Lady Chatterley’s Lover

P.S.  Just as an aside, the name of D.H. Lawrence brought back a memory from my school days back in 1960.   I remember when this book by D.H. Lawrence, his last novel, “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”, was the subject of much controversy in Britain in the late 1960s.  The book describes the passionate love affair between Lady Constance Chatterley and her working-class gamekeeper, Mellors, with explicit sex scenes and strong language.  

The trial of the publishers, Penguin Books, under the Obscene Publications Act, was much publicised, but after a six day trial and a three hour deliberation, the jury at the Old Bailey found the book to be “not” obscene.  It was published a month later, and all 200,000 copies were sold on the first day!  

Someone at the Grammar school I attended obviously got hold of a copy and I remember it being passed around, with a brown paper cover - similar to those that had to be put on all our school books.  I was very naive, but of course, everyone had a look and sniggered, and so did I!  

To this day, I still haven’t read the book - but just looked at the “rude” bits along with everyone else - and I have never ever used the obscene language contained therein, although in my job as a Legal Secretary, I have to admit, I have typed the words!