My Tribe of Doris experience
Off to Stanford Hall on Wednesday 10th August with Rosie and Pam. We had been listening to our choir leader, Yvette Staelens speak of the Tribe of Doris for the last few years. We finally succumbed and decided to come along to see what it was all about. I thought there would be photographic opportunities too.
We arrived just after 12 pm and after a little bit of confusion, parked and located our yurt. We were having lunch - with glass of wine when the rest of our yurt companions arrived - Mirren, Jenny and Jane. 4 pm was the opening ceremony and then the first chance to sample some of the workshops. Pam tried the didgeridoo but Rosie and I walked around to see what was about.
Had dinner at Scoff and Relish and a very large brownie from Doris cafe then a fairly early night.
On Thursday I joined the Tai Chi class at 8 am led by Olu. Learnt lots. It meant a late breakfast but was worth the wait. After an excellent full English breakfast, I joined the Samba Reggae class with Rosie and Pam. This was very energetic but enjoyable. I used the excuse to take photos while I was catching my breath. After lunch and a walk around the estate, I joined the flamenco class. I only managed about half an hour but Rosie stayed the distance. Dinner at Scoff and Relish and some partying before returning to the comfy beds in the yurt.
Woke to a beautiful sunrise. I had to walk the five minute's to the toilets at the stables so took the camera with me. Then Tai Chi, breakfast and I mooched around until lunch at the yurt. Joined Yvette's singing class in the afternoon and took the tour of Stanford Hall in the afternoon, which was fascinating.
After Tai Chi and breakfast on Saturday, I took a walk with Rosie and Mirren. Then it was rehearsal with Yvette for the performance tonight. Performances were enjoyable but I only lasted until 1 am before I returned to the yurt.
A lie in the next day, well until 7.30 am. I heard a sound I recognised and reached for my camera. Took awhile for my eyes to open but managed to take a pic of the hot air balloon going past the yurt. The last breakfast, a double, double espresso to keep me awake for the journey home and the closing ceremony before home time.
That was my Tribe of Doris experience although I have left lots out. Dancing and drinking in the Rum Shack was one memory without a photo.
Next trip is Cornwall with mum in September.
We arrived just after 12 pm and after a little bit of confusion, parked and located our yurt. We were having lunch - with glass of wine when the rest of our yurt companions arrived - Mirren, Jenny and Jane. 4 pm was the opening ceremony and then the first chance to sample some of the workshops. Pam tried the didgeridoo but Rosie and I walked around to see what was about.
Last minute setting up |
Met Pip, the watercolour artist who painted three paintings for us |
The therapy part of the camp |
Waiting for the opening ceremony to start |
Opening ceremony |
Watching opening ceremony |
Dancing |
Pam in dig workshop |
Rosie, Alphonse and Yvette |
On Thursday I joined the Tai Chi class at 8 am led by Olu. Learnt lots. It meant a late breakfast but was worth the wait. After an excellent full English breakfast, I joined the Samba Reggae class with Rosie and Pam. This was very energetic but enjoyable. I used the excuse to take photos while I was catching my breath. After lunch and a walk around the estate, I joined the flamenco class. I only managed about half an hour but Rosie stayed the distance. Dinner at Scoff and Relish and some partying before returning to the comfy beds in the yurt.
Samba Reggae |
The Coffee Cabin where I was able to have my daily fix of espresso |
I was asked if I could take the children on the stilts |
Flamenco classe with Felipe |
Woke to a beautiful sunrise. I had to walk the five minute's to the toilets at the stables so took the camera with me. Then Tai Chi, breakfast and I mooched around until lunch at the yurt. Joined Yvette's singing class in the afternoon and took the tour of Stanford Hall in the afternoon, which was fascinating.
Sunrise pics |
Our very comfortable yurt |
IN the stable courtyard |
Lots of stuff to look at when you are mooching around |
Look out for these masks, made by some of the children, later |
Rose Garden at Stanford Hall |
Statue of a favourite dog in the grounds |
Rehearsal with Yvette |
Photographing the photographers |
Making up |
The performance schedule |
Jan, one of the volunteers taking a break |
Artist at work |
Getting more seats |
Chilling out |
Lots of things to buy |
Another Coffee Cabin image |
Back to lunch at the yurt |
Tempting trousers |
Dressing for the performance |
Pics from the performance and surrounds |
Rosie with Pam behind |
Remember those masks? |
Pretty in Pink - Vic and Pam |
A lie in the next day, well until 7.30 am. I heard a sound I recognised and reached for my camera. Took awhile for my eyes to open but managed to take a pic of the hot air balloon going past the yurt. The last breakfast, a double, double espresso to keep me awake for the journey home and the closing ceremony before home time.
Virgin hot air balloon |
Pam's space |
We displayed our paintings done on Wednesday in the yurt |
Getting ready for the rehearsal for Alphonse's composition |
Mirren and Vic |
Alex took the Acting and freeing your mind workshop |
Deborah's henna |
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil |
A final purchase? |
That was my Tribe of Doris experience although I have left lots out. Dancing and drinking in the Rum Shack was one memory without a photo.
Next trip is Cornwall with mum in September.