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A funky, flower-power, fabulous day<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Published: 13 September 2021 ~ Hippy Party on the Baltic Coast<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It didn\u2019t go exactly according to plan, but then what does? I am talking about our hippy party, which was scheduled to take place on the 11th<\/sup> September 2021. The main stumbling block was the weather. We had decided to hold the event on the 11th<\/sup> because two weeks before the day assorted internet weather services were predicting uninterrupted sun, but as the days fell away from the calendar, so the forecast changed erratically. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One consultation revealed that it would be overcast, another that we were in for intermittent rain, another that \u2026 In desperation, I even turned to the BBC weather site, knowing only too well that their forecasts, like everything else that they do, has a sharp liberal left slant\u00a0 to it, so the probability of getting the truth, the half-truth or anything but the truth was rather hit and miss, and yes, their forecast was also chopping and changing, like the way they had reported Brexit and the EU referendum. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was hardly surprising, therefore, that as the day drew near, one by one, people cried away; and on the evening before the day that the party was to take place, we cancelled it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Between times, we had succeeded in completing the renovation of Captain Codpiece, the deteriorating statue in our garden<\/a>. Our friend and artist Vladimir Chilikin, with the help of a beer or two, had transformed Codpiece from the worn concrete man that he had become over the past 40 years into a strapping bronzed figure, in which many lost details could now be clearly seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Olga Hart with renovated fisherman statue<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We, my wife and I, had been admiring Chilikin\u2019s work from the pavement at the end of the garden when who should materialise but our friendly stout babushka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHello,\u201d we regaled her, cheerily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy have you spoilt him?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew she could not have been referring to me, so she must have meant the statue. Before we had chance to reply, she had exclaimed \u201cHe\u2019s black!\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I heard someone saying, but I know not from whence the voice came, that it would not surprise me if it was black. Being British, I am only too aware that white statues are an endangered species, at least in the UK, and that, unless they are all painted black, it won\u2019t be long before they will all have been run off with and thrown over some wall or other into a watery mire. But I ignored this voice and simply retorted, \u201cNo, in fact, he is bronze.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell,\u201d replied the stout babushka in a rare moment of concession, \u201cI wouldn\u2019t know because I am peearnee<\/em> (drunk).\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think in all fairness we can say \u2018tipsy\u2019, because when Olga collected some litter from the side of the road and placed it in our rubbish bag, babushka was quick to comment: \u201cHuh! Haven\u2019t you got anything better to do with your time!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The statue, which is bronzed not black, was completed that afternoon. We had brought the marble glazed plaque to Victor Ryabinin<\/a> with us, and before we left at the end of the day, we dragged the boat into place and finished the ensemble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hippy Party on the Baltic Coast<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

We came back on the 11th<\/sup> September as, on the morning of that day, we discovered that the weather forecast had changed again. Now we were informed that it would rain but not until 8pm, and until that time it would be bright and sunny, with temperatures reaching 26 degrees centigrade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was too late to rally the fringe, but the old faithful were ready to go and at a moment\u2019s notice, so our hippy party went ahead, albeit reduced in numbers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An executive decision was reached that it did not seem proper to combine the opening of Victor’s memorial with everyone dressed in flower power, even though Victor’s Boat with Flowers put flowers centre stage. But we abided by the decision and reserved the ceremony for a later date <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The renovated statue, rocks adorning the plinth and Victor\u2019s Boat with Flowers joined forces with our rather silly attire, caricature wigs, bright-coloured cushions and mats and, with the help of Arthur\u2019s classic Volga and the dulcet tones of the Beatles wafting from our music system, attracted many a stare and comment from passing villagers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The stout babushka was not in evidence today, which was a shame. I am sure that she would have had a thing or two to say had she witnessed our shenanigans. But at some point in the early evening a different distraction occurred. Someone had sent a drone buzzing over the garden and consigned us all and our antics to film.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am sure that a hippy party, themed or not, would not have gone down well had this been the former USSR, even though, or especially since, drinking cognac from cognac glasses gave our particular brand of hippyness a rather bourgeois air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Peace man! (no sexism intended, of course)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mick Hart with Artour, who looks like a cross between Jimi Hendrix and Benny Hill<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Mick Hart with Egis looking as cool as cucumbers on a hot day<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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