APAPS 22.6: The Theme Continues

 “What theme is that?” I hear you ask. The answer is The Sunrise; Yves takes the photo; the Blogger tries to find appropriate music. Last week, the music was “The World Is Waiting For The Sunrise.”

This week, the music is “Softly, as in a Morning Sunrise,” which is a pretty daft title, when you come to think about it. What other kind of sunrise is there, apart from a morning one? But daftness didn´t deter the songwriter, because several verses further on in his lyrics, he comes up with “an evening sunset” - see what I mean. And the song first featured in an American operetta of 1928 called "The New Moon", which leads one to the conclusion that the songwriter was more than a trifle confused about the workings of the cosmos.

That puts me in mind of another song “I Didn´t Know What Time It Was” which, if you are lucky, I might be able to find for the end of this blog.

Meanwhile, here is Yves´ latest sunrise photograph......

... and here is a version of “Softly, as in etc. etc.” by Helen Merrill, a rather underrated jazz singer.

And so to the walk. A familiar setting at Mira Rio, seven in attendance. First of all, the technical adjustments.

Then, Flash, Bang,Wallop...the Starters

Reading the Electricity Meter.

Has somebody dropped something?

Yves spotted some Reed Warblers in the bushes and asked JohnH if his zoom lens could catch them

Almost.

Some friendly donkeys were easier to photo.

The canal was still functioning. How much longer, during this drought, we don´t know.

Then the customary rest at Clube Nautico.

Hazel had picked some brambles which were washed before being distributed and eaten.

Then, it was up over the hill, down to the canal, and round the back of the Mira Rio complex to get full value for the morning´s walk, and back just in time for the 10 o´clock breakfast service.

Distance: 8.6 kms. Moving time: 2 hrs 11 mins. Ascent: 145 metres. Moving speed; not too bad at 3.9 kph.

At 10 am, the camp followers were already tucking in.

and after the previous week´s near disaster, Yves was holding on to his beer for dear life.

Although she had some reservations about the bacon, Hazel seemed to enjoy her breakfast.

There were only a few T-shirt slogans on display.

But we were lucky enough to be treated to a fashion display of the latest men´s kit.

First of all, Paul´s elevator sandals, Salomons SpeedCross apparently:-

and then Rod´s colour co-ordinated titfer, shorts, stockings and trainers:-

although I am not sure if British Army Officers Brooke-Popham and Lord Wavell (of Other Men´s Flowers fame) would have fully approved.

And now to close, that song I promised. By the way, Myriam has indicated that she would prefer Chinese folk or European classical to jazz or swing. Maybe Yves can take a photograph of the moon sometime and we can come up with some moonshine.