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Hello, I’m so glad you’ve called into The Yellow Café on such a peaceful day. Today I’m taking you down to the lake where so much of our wildlife live in peace and harmony. As we walk ever closer, words from The Rime of The Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge spring to mind when he wrote of water, water being everywhere and not a drop to drink. It isn’t a large lake compared to The Lake District, where Coleridge resided, but it’s big enough to fill your vision as you scan the setting of dancing reeds and a weeping willow drinking at the waterside. It’s comforting to see the waterfowl unconcerned by our presence, so much so they approach us in the hope of something tasty. I don’t know if you knew this, but Coleridge wrote Lyrical Ballads with William Wordsworth, who by the way always wrote standing up, and which also leads us nicely into today’s collection of lyrical ballads. I’d like to introduce you to todays’ very special album that we will be playing before Nancy Miller takes to the stage.
You have to agree that the lake is a perfect setting for any aspiring artist. Just imagine sitting here doodling away with a sketchbook and a 4B pencil, inspired by the scene before your eyes. It doesn’t matter how good or bad your drawing ends up, it’s the perfect escape from everyday trials and tribulations. How about you finish your drawing and I hang it in the café for all to see this evening? What do you mean you can’t draw? Some mornings I struggle to draw breath after a late night so you’ll definitely make a better job than myself. Mind you, there are those who are magnificent painters, so please allow me to introduce you to this masterpiece and its maker.
I suppose in our time we have all fancied ourselves as a Samuel Taylor Coleridge or a William Wordsworth, some so capable they have their works published just like those two literary giants did. Why not try to write a poem yourself about our earlier walk to the lake. We have a special table where Graham Gladstone sits and writes his own poetry, so just imagine sitting in his seat and having a try. While you scribble away I will pass an admirable book your way. This one should be a best-seller if there’s any justice in the literary world.
I hope your visit to The Yellow Café has inspired you to come out of your safety zone and tick a box you never thought you would tick. That’s what The Yellow Café is all about, maybe it just worked for you.