Folly, as the theme set by side view this weekend, generated in me no urges (for once) to launch into idiotic rhyme. Instead I thought of one of the things that always reminds me of the most romantic and lovely aspects of England – and which come from a German! Sir Edward German, to be precise. To me it is sad that there aren’t constant revivals of ‘Merrie England’ which has really brilliant songs, and scope for some fine acting too. Track 2 of the link I have provided gives the song that came to mind, with the captioned statement and the closing injunction that ‘It’s folly to run away from love’.
Those sentiments, indeed, are worth introducing far more into one’s life. How often don’t we tend to shy away, if not from love itself, then at least from expressing it. We can learn from the spontaneity of the very young. It gives such a wonderful feeling, for example, when little 3-yr-old R will come up to me occasionally and hug my legs (all she can reach) while saying simply, ‘I love you, Les’, for no other reason than that she felt like doing it at the time.
The country dances written by Edward German for his various operas always have me picturing typically English scenes of the Farnol and Yates and – yes – even Enid Blyton romanticised variety. Things I despaired of ever seeing on my first visit to that island, after viewing endless vistas of housing estates – until we took a narrowboat and promptly shunted back several centuries.
Another type of folly I adore is to be found in Stately Home gardens. I adore the grottoes, statues, towers, summerhouses and pavilions which English landscapers have used as focal points for many of the vistas which cunningly open out from various parts of the vast gardens they designed.
Now, let me cease the folly of flitting from folly to folly like an inebriated butterfly on fast-forward!