So yesterday we swam round Burgh Island. Plum Duff was suffering from a dodgy shoulder from a 5 hour swim the day before, but still made it round. She emerged victorious and, by some sleight of hand unknown to Burgh Island virgins such as I, she had a gin and tonic in one hand as she exited the water!
(ok I admit, I lied a little: the glass was in fact a crystal tumbler. The gin, tonic and cucumber were perfectly real…)
Apparently the Eurovision Song Contest is on. This explains synchronised dancing with champagne. I can neither see nor hear the actual TV from where I am standing and I have a very nice glass of locally made cider, so all in all it’s pretty good.
I passed this one on the way up the Tor this morning, clutching ipad and cigarette close to ward off any psychological or physical effect of being out on a fine Sunday morning, up a stunning natural feature of the landscape with the best views for miles around. He didn’t even say good morning when I passed and wished him the same, which in my extensive experience is pretty unusual for visitors to Glastonbury Tor. I imagine he was distracted, updating a spreadsheet: ‘Tor: done’… ‘Stonehenge: pending’.
On the plus side, I also passed a small child with small brown wellies on. The wellies had faces of Minotaurs printed on the toes 🙂
Josie still has her -sleeping-in hairdo. I think it’s cool. She’s making snowflakes out of paper.
I’ve spent the weekend in London, but I’m back off now to Somerset, where we currently have no landline and no internet (!), so thought I would slip in a quick niece-of-the-day before I left…..
In the meantime I thought I really must fit in a quick sketch, so here are the bell ringers on an unusually busy Friday night practice. Bell ringers move constantly, though they repeat the same set of movements so it should be possible to capture them in a sketch, however the tower is seldom so busy that I am allowed to sit out and draw anyone. I ring the bells too, somewhat reluctantly and not very well, and so this was a rare few minutes opportunity.
Up the ‘Dinosaur’s Back’ to the top of Blencathra, with nieces/nephews, siblings/in-laws, and Mum who with hindsight may not have fully appreciated what she was getting into! Of such misjudgement are the best stories made. All back safe and sound. Not everyone is in the picture – this is as much as l could scribble in the moment, then a few outlines strengthened and shading added back at the cottage. The other pic is Georgia, sketched from across a wide table when she was moving around all the time, which accounts for it not looking very much like her. For a 6 year old she can’t half scramble up mountains though!
Kez, again, in the pub, again. I will admit that this doesn’t look as much like Kez as a couple of other ones I drew of her; I was trying to catch a momentary expression, rather than a ‘Kez-sitting-still-because-I-am-drawing-her’ kind of pose, and it’s much harder to get that accurate enough for a close likeness. The hair is fairly accurate however, and she did have skulls on her cardi in the shape of bunches of cherries!