Dolores Delargo Towers - Museum of Camp

Monday, 6 April 2020

Monday's breakfast sorted

Our Patron Saint (and another birthday girl yesterday) Miss Bette Davis (5th April 1908 – 6th October 1989), doing what she does.

Sunday, 5 April 2020

I've been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair

Many happy returns to the lovely Agnetha Åse Fältskog, who is (scarily) seventy years old today!

Lordy, how time flies.

Friday, 3 April 2020

It's another Doris Day, dear reader...

...REJOICE!

Doris Day (born Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff, 3rd April 1922 – 13th May 2019)

Friday, 27 March 2020

On the Jukebox This Weekend at Dolores Delargo Towers

Monday, 23 March 2020

I told you to keep your distance!

It's Joan Crawford's birthday! All hail.

I have to break this "social isolation" today to go to the shops. I think I may have found the perfect protective mask...

Friday, 20 March 2020

The budding twigs spread out their fan, to catch the breezy air

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

- William Wordsworth

It's the Spring Equinox, dear reader - we have summer to look forward to...