British Summer Time ends on Sunday 30th October at 02.00a.m.
We turn the clocks….. BACK one hour.
Click here to see …..why we do it!
I’ve always enjoyed the interim period as we’ve counted down to it, though not without a twinge of sadness for the diminishing light.
The nights have been drawing in naturally enough without the need of human interference. Nature in decreasing its daylight hours has alerted us that we have still had time to enjoy, what have lately been, wonderful autumnal splendor on sunlit evenings.
The words of the beautiful harvest hymn, ‘Come you thankful people come’…..are always recalled to my mind at this time of year.
…….”All is safely gathered in”
Humans and animals alike start to ‘gather in’, or replenish their store of winter ‘comforters’.
My comforters this year include a fleecy hoodie, and in keeping with the mantra of my mum….. ‘layers’ of thermals which keep me snug, these enable me to enjoy the fresher weather of the season.
It’s a time when memories of how comforting the coal fire’s warmth and light of my childhood days were.
October, the ‘season of mists”, when the ‘feint blue land’ prior to adjusting our clocks, still has sufficient light in the morning to wake me naturally, and in the early evenings to feel unrestricted by the ever increasing darkening streets.
It’s a time of year where festivals involving light abound,
Even Halloween and Bonfire night with their ‘darker’ side involve colour and light in one form or other.
During the last few year the newer festival of light,….. ‘Light Night’ has become a must see festival.
This year’s Light Night outing included for me and my fellow Light Nighters, a jaunt to China courtesy of the Nankai University choir.
The colorful costumes I photographed here, (and there were more) represented each of the different Chinese ethnic groups and their traditional dress.
The audience were treated to a variety of Chinese folk songs, one, Mo Li Hau, we learned a verse of in Mandarin Chinese, and sang along to it with the choir.
Apparently the folk song is very revered in China. Many in the audience were Chinese and sang it with such depth of feeling, that it moved me to tears. A sudden ‘catch’ in the throat, I was uncertain from where it came,…
was it just the power of music and lyric that tugged at my ‘heart’ and memory? though I don’t remember having heard it before, or perhaps the tender way those beside me sang it?..I can’t be sure.
The Light Night concert also revealed that the Chinese performers alongside their very disciplined, and polished classical and folk performance could also appeal, with comedic effect, to a Western audience.
The somewhat stern facial expression, and composed body posture of the choir mistress gave little hint of her sense of well timed humour.
….although she did later revert to a warrior like role as well as sing in fearsome tones
During her initial entrance, and as she paused to gain the attention and composure of her troupe and audience, her body language indicated , ‘I’m in charge’….except that is to a young child in the front row who let out a yell…or two!
At first the choir mistress didn’t flinch, remaining composed, unruffled for a further minute while the small child still continued to break the silence. She captivated us first by casting him an annoyed glance over her shoulder, then by proceeding towards him with mock anger, …..he shut up then!…..
rather than looking frightened he just seemed transfixed, even though subsequently he remained on the receiving end of other choir members attention, who singled him out during the enacted war scenes. He remained quiet!
Possibly because of the swirling swords!