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Bude Sea Pool in the Summer - Digital drawing by Nancy Farmer

An Unseasonal Bude

I’m not sure how it happened but this picture never made it onto my blog. It’s been on my Facebook page, because I donated it to the Friends of Bude Sea Pool to sell as prints (and also perhaps cards, t-shirts or whatever they want to use it for)… but somehow in the excitement it missed the blog.

If you’d like a print, which are lovely gallery-quality prints like my others, it is available from the Friends of Bude Sea Pool website: https://www.budeseapool.org/shop/ and available from the shop in the Summerleaze Car Park. Prints: £25, £35, £60 for print alone, mounted, or framed respectively.

So if you are longing for a glimpse of summer, this is the print for you!

Bude Sea Pool in the Summer - Digital drawing by Nancy Farmer

Bude Sea Pool in the Summer – Digital drawing by Nancy Farmer

….the text is from this year’s calendar:

“Bude Sea Pool”
With the temperature in the high twenties and no air con in the car, Lucy and I drive down to Bude to visit the Sea Pool there. It’s a year in which we actually seem to be having Summer, and of course it’s too hot, because this is England, we are not used to this sort of weather and we weren’t expecting it.
Now we can watch the antics and faffing of the great British Public, who haven’t had the opportunity to practice their waterside faffing skills since last summer. Some jump straight in it’s so hot. But we are pros at this: there is much talking, there are local swimmers to meet, there is the history of the rescuing of Bude Sea Pool from threatened demolition: it takes us nearly an hour to get into the water. It’s so, so lovely once you’re in!

The Start

The Start!

This is the drawing I meant to do two months ago, the start of one of Vobster’s Aquathalons. That’s me, the odd one out – the one without a wetsuit and who has no intention of going for a run either. It’s always good fun though and the presence of lots of frantically thrashing neoprened bodies makes me swim a little bit faster!

Yesterday was August’s Aquathalon, and I have to admit I skipped it in favour of swimming a lot more laps, but I was there in the lake at the same time, doing my own thing.

Anyone without a knowledge of perspective and wetsuits may fail to spot the subtle fact that I am lower in the water than everyone else, so I just thought I’d draw it to your attention. Of course that may just be because of the cake I ate first

And anyone who was there, I know you all had white hats on not red ones, but red looked better: Beauty is Truth, Keats said so.

(anyone interested in the swimmy calendar for next year: https://nancyfarmergallery.wordpress.com/…/swept-away-the-…/)

The Start

The Start

Morris Man at Greystoke

Morris Men at Greystoke

There were Morris Men at the Boot & Shoe Inn, Greystoke, yesterday. Actually these were the squeeze-box players, and one of them was a lady, indeed there were several lady Morris Dancers too, which they say is not allowed back home in Somerset!

Morris Man at Greystoke

Morris Man at Greystoke

Morris Lady at Greystoke

Morris Lady at Greystoke

The Dinosaur of Hall's Fell

Up the Dinosaur’s Back to Blencathra.

Yesterday Fiona and I went up the Dinosaur’s Back, known to Ordinance Survey as Hall’s Fell ridge. There are in fact a number of dinosaur backs up to Blencathra. Though not the pointiest, I think this is the longest stretch of proper dinosaur and a fine and entertaining climb. Unless they ever wake up….

The Dinosaur of Hall's Fell

The Dinosaur of Hall’s Fell

 

The Trouble with Tarns

The Trouble with Tarns

[Note: apologies for on-going lack of cats. I am on holiday and there are no cats here!]

Yesterday I returned to Grisedale Tarn, the site, last June, of my least elegant exit from water ever. Anyone who has ventured into the chilly waters of a mountain tarn will appreciate the difficulty of getting oneself across several metres of slimy sharp rocks with cold feet, through water just a few inches deep. I imagine it was an entertaining sight but I chose to believe the whoops from the other side of the tarn were nothing to do with my predicament. Fortunately the other side is a fair way off.

So the drawing is my memory of last year. This year I took shoes I could swim in, though it was much colder: this time what I hadn’t anticipated was that the effect on my feet of going from hot walking boots straight into water about 6 or 7 degrees would make them very unhappy. Again. Just can’t please some feet…..

The Trouble with Tarns

The Trouble with Tarns