CHANTI-NOËL

It’s ChantiNoël time!

Trouvez-nous au Marché de Noël à La Chèze (22) le dimanche 30 nov à 15h, Place de la Mairie.

Chants de Marins et Chants de Noël

We shall be at the Christmas Market in La Chèze (22) on Sunday 30th Nov at 3pm

Christmas Songs & Shanties

AUSSI:

à St Barthélémy 56  le mardi 16 décembre à 19h

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  We went along to the ANGLO-INFO Exhibition in Mauron last week and met up with members of the Royal British Legion. We were happy to hand over 46€ to them.

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DSCN1724DSCN1729    (Yes, that IS an electric guitar you can see! Luke from Chantimor’s offspring « The Blavet Valley Mountain Creepers » came along to help us out. Thanks, Luke!)

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In Flanders Fields

11th November

poppyIn Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrea, Ypres,  May 1915

Schooner Jenny

Schooner Jenny
Captain Brighton and his men set sail
Hope was the name of his whaling ship
But they could not have imagined what they would find
On this particular whaling trip
For as the icy walls crashed and melted before them
An observant member of Brighton’s crew
Noticed a chasm in the ice barrier before them
And Schooner Jenny floated into view
Her decks were wreathed in ice and snow
Her once white sails hung in tatters and shreds
Her rigging was broken, the vessel was crushed
And yet still Schooner Jenny floated
And on the splintered decks still standing guard
Like statues made of marble or stone
Seven frozen stiff men for seventeen years
Had in vain searched blindly for home
Brighton boarded the ship and went below
Was it possible that anyone could survive?
The captain’s log read “Everyone is dead
I am the only one left alive”
May the 4th, 1823 was the final date written
“We have been without food for seventy-one days”
Frozen to his seat and perfectly preserved
The Captain had succumbed, eyes glazed.
And in a nearby cabin they found a dog
And the frozen corpse of a woman, the Captain’s wife was she
So the saddened crew of the Hope gave all nine people
And their dog an English burial at sea.

Poem by Bronwen Edwards, All Saint’s Day 2014

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Note: The legend of Schooner Jenny sometimes has the date of September 1860 & sometimes 1840 as to when Captain Brighton came across this floating ship with everyone frozen & preserved on board. The ship was found in Drake’s Passage in the Antarctic. The Jenny’s last port of call being Lima in Peru. The story is considered to be “unsubstantiated”, but has passed into Maritime folklore as one of the top ten ghostly boat stories.