Staying in Vann

Getting to Vann was a rushed affair. We had a certain time to be there, which is always a troublesome pre-arrangement. We climbed over rivers and through barbed wire churchyards to ensure our not being late.

standing up was not an option

standing up was not an option

a quick emergency stop before Vann

a quick emergency stop before Vann

in the gardens of Vann...

in the gardens of Vann…

the house itself...

the house itself…
Will likes it...

Will likes it...

Ginger stands resplendent

Ginger stands resplendent

A bee panics him...

A bee panics him...

"Buzz Off" he cries...

"Buzz Off" he cries...

free o' t' bee

free o' t' bee

Vann is the name of a beautiful old house, near the vilage of Hambledon, on the boundaries of 3 counties. It was partly built by Lutyens, and has gardens designed by Gertrude Jeckyll.

Frogspawn in the lake

Frogspawn in the lake

singing for our flapjack breakfast

singing for our flapjack breakfast
the beech hedge interior

the beech hedge interior

Beastly and the Beautiful...

Beastly and the Beautiful...

a helping fraternal hand...

a helping fraternal hand...

We stayed here through obscure but open connections, and enjoyed 2 nights in the luxury of a bedroom each.

We paid our way by giving 2 breakfast concerts, and an afternoon’s deer-fencing in the hazel coppice over the road.

Deer fencing Edward

Deer fencing Edward

Give him a hard hat, he thinks he's a pro...

Give him a hard hat, he thinks he's a pro...

Will and the friendly fence

Will and the friendly fence

Vann is near to the village of Hambledon, which is a fine little community. Local postal services were closed down by the nu-labour govt, so the community responded by bravely taking it on themselves. Now, most villagers volunteer a few hours a week to staff the premises, and the community benefits from a small store and post office that they pay for by their own work and investment.

So after singing to French ambassador’s wife and pal, and the gardener, we went and sung for the Llama trekkers in the Merry Harriers pub in Hambledon. Then we sung for birthday-partying children. And we also sung with Ross, a local wizard and morris-dancer. He taught us such savoury songs as ‘the cuckoo’s nest’, which is good and unsuitable for most occasions, a classic gossamer-veiled innuendo song.

The Merry Harriers pub owners

The Merry Harriers pub owners

Ross the merry morris-man songster

Ross the merry morris-man songster

Vann, and Hambledon, were fine places to stay. As ever, we almost didn’t want to leave…

and don't forget...

don't forget...

Farewell to the good people of Vann...

goodbye to the good people of Vann...

One Response to “Staying in Vann”

  1. Blessed be and keep singing.

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