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The Stradivarius of Wine Glasses

Posted by Susan Tomes on 11 May 2009 under Daily Life, Musings  •  Leave a comment

Passing the time between a rehearsal and a concert, Bob and I walk along Wigmore Street. We spot a shop selling all kinds of accessories to do with wine drinking. We pop in for some vacuum corks. Inside the shop is a display of luxurious wine glasses: hand-blown, ultra-thin and balanced on stems so long […]

Unsweet Dreams

Posted by Susan Tomes on 10 May 2009 under Concerts, Daily Life, Florestan Trio  •  Leave a comment

This morning my trio had a Coffee Concert at the Wigmore Hall. It meant being in central London at 9am for our rehearsal, so  last night I went to bed quite early, in the hope of being well rested. But this strategy rarely works, and as well as sleeping badly, I had one of my […]

Hushed by beauty

Posted by Susan Tomes on 9 May 2009 under Daily Life, Inspirations, Musings  •  Leave a comment

Bob and I stopped work a bit early and drove to Richmond Park to walk in the Isabella Plantation, a large enclosed garden within the park. The first time I ever saw the Isabella Plantation in springtime, someone had tipped me off that I shouldn’t miss the sight of it with the azaleas in full […]

Upon Westminster Bridge

Posted by Susan Tomes on 8 May 2009 under Books, Daily Life, Musings  •  1 Comment

The BBC’s poetry season included a sweet programme last night about Wordsworth’s poem ‘Lines Composed Upon Westminster Bridge’. Presenter and poet Owen Sheers shared his lovely insight that the poem has become more, not less resonant over the years. The surprise of finding oneself on the bridge with the sudden sense of air, light, space […]

Vanishing Bowl

Posted by Susan Tomes on 6 May 2009 under Daily Life, Musings  •  Leave a comment

A few days ago I wrote about our cat dragging her water bowl around the kitchen floor. It’s a topic I never thought I would mention again. However, last night when we were giving the cat a bit of supper, we suddenly noticed that her pottery drinking bowl had gone. It was simply not there. […]