|This is Tyntesfield: Victorian-Gothic foreboding|
|We know we're already too close to the trees|
|Now maneuvering around Clare|
They're quite slow-moving and we were alert after our picnic yesterday, so able to effect an escape.
I pity the old folk though.
We wandered the grounds of Tyntesfield and stopped at the tea-shop, surrounded by most of Bristol's young mums with their toddlers and strollers.They were all speaking way too loud and hollerin' out to their kids.
"Joshua!"I said to Clare,
"Do you think she knows that was Jesus's name in Aramaic?"Clare thought she would know that.
My sister observed:
"Is that the John Wayne joke? That at the rehearsal for “The Greatest Story Ever Told’, The Duke, playing the Roman soldier who speared Jesus on the cross, said rather flatly: “Truly he was the son of God”.
The director said: “Not like that, say it with awe!”
"Obligingly Wayne repeated his line: “Aw, truly he was the son of God.”
John Wayne with a Bristol accent would certainly be an additional joy!