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Mmm… so… perhaps I haven’t properly updated this thing in a
while… perhaps I should? Yeah, go on then…<br />
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I’m currently back at Bosavern Community Farm just outside St Just (Cornwall,
naturally!). Only here for a week this time rather than last years 6 weeks –
would have been longer except for a couple of things came up (one of them being
Burns Night… can’t go without a non-veggie haggis for a second year running!!),
and the other being that my parents are coming down for a night as we all have
to go see a solicitor… because I’m getting a house! Crazy stuff.<br />
<br />
On the house note…<br />
So maybe for a little while I had been whingeing to certain people about “OHHHH
I just want a house! I want a wardrobe! A DESK!!”… This is fair enough, towards
the end of the season at Perranporth the insides of my van were going a little
not so pleasant (various things under the bed had gone kinda fluffy with
mould), but I wasn’t in all seriousness thinking of ACTUALLY getting a house!
For starters, I definitely don’t have enough money to straight out buy one, and
rent wasn’t really ideal as some months I earn far less than I’d prefer. So I
was pretty much geared up to the thought of another season in the van, with the
beautiful sunsets in the slightly warmer months, the nice cosy bed hearing the
rain battering down on the roof, and hearing the sea on the base of the cliffs.
That’s fine, yeah. Fine. I might just have to get rid of a bit more stuff… I
mean, who really needs 10+ pairs of shoes (mostly boots)? Of course it was
still one day a dream to have a house… the desk… the wardrobe… perhaps a full
length mirror so I can actually see what I look like, rather than constantly
looking like, well, someone who lives out of the back of a van! A girl can
dream.<br />
But then! I got home to my parents place after travelling a little in November,
and my mum tells me that she’s been looking on a property website (Zoopla?) for
months (years?!) for a property in Falmouth – both she and my sister Ellie
sometimes sail into Falmouth, and it’s an ideal location to get to everywhere else
in Cornwall / the rest of Britain (as in, it has a train service…). Dad wasn’t
convinced, he’s never been much of a fan of Falmouth (like the rest of us) and
seemed to think that if he ever got a house in Cornwall it’d be somewhere more
rural perhaps… mineshafts and suchlike for him to grin at. But anyway! Mum
found a house. To cut a long story short, we booked a viewing at this house and
within a few days we were zooming down the M25/M3/A303/M5/A30 etc on our way to
Falmouth for a night (we actually stayed up at Perranporth… met Phil’s new
girl! She seems nice… hopefully better than the previous years one!!).<br />
The house was nice enough… certainly in a good location (right by the church –
I’ll know the time from 8am till 10pm! Donging every hour (more on Sundays
& special occasions!) a relatively modern build (80’s) and so not as pretty
as perhaps some of the houses on the street but functional. But I like it.
Little east facing garden (the neighbours have a hot tub!), garage (though not
sure if Hector will fit in…!), and three bedrooms. One for me. At the top of
the house. <br />
So that is that. I hope to move in mid-February. Wow, that’s pretty soon.<br />
<br />
But yes, it’s all very exciting! I’m wondering how my room will look – want to
paint part of it green. What desk I’ll get (sadly the one I left at Marine
Crescent has disappeared. Jezza said, “no one wanted it!” which is rather hard
to believe… but whatever. There are more desks out there). Already got a nice
matching red kettle & toaster for the kitchen… eee! A house!<br />
The only real downfall I can think of is that it’s in Falmouth, and my job is
in Perranporth so I’ll have to commute 30 minutes there and back, and I’ll have
roughly 5 hours to kill in the middle of each day up at Perranporth. There was
no option of living in Perran… no no no. I reckon in the summer I’ll remain van
dwelling again, too much tourist traffic to beat to commute every day and I’ll
be working longer / harder. So I’ll still get my sunsets every so often. If the
sun ever occurs again in the summer (at the end of work today, I stood on top
of a hummock by the compost toilets (niiice) and soaked up sunlight with my
face. Not a cloud to be seen. Take a hint, summer!!!).<br />
<br />
So yes. House.<br />
Yeeeeeahhhh.<br />
On a brief note, just in case anyone is currently thinking “golly, what a turd!
Getting a house! What a fancy pants…” I am NOT bragging! I’m just very excited.
I could keep everything very quiet, and never tell anyone that I’ve got a place
to live which isn’t Hector the van, but no. If no one ever told anyone of his
or her excitement, then… well. We’d just have to tell everyone of our misery.
And constant misery / monotony is BORING. Boring boring boring. So there. And
I’m very sorry if you find my excitement offensive in any way.<br />
<br />
Anyway… house related stuff out of the way (for now).<br />
Yaaaaay Bosavern! It’s so lovely coming back here to stay for a little while…<br />
Things have changed slightly over the last year; of course I’ve nipped back on
odd occasions but only ever really to see the pigs / chickens etc, and to show
the place to friends. The piglets of last year have departed (although not in
the originally intended way! They were going to become sausages and bacon, but
something came up and so they were sold as pigs, to be kept as pigs, not food.
Bye bye Horace, Lowenna, Ginger, Popo, and Blue). There are now another lot of
piglets called… something and The Spice Girls. This slightly less personal
group of names is due to the fact that there are 6 piglets; one is black &
white and the other 5 are ginger and almost impossible to tell apart. 2 male, 4
female. So the ginger piggies are the Spice Girls. <br />
Ebony the big mummy pig (sow) is also still around, she and the piglets live in
with the chickens now, and then there are the two boars (one chopped) living in
a different field. Butch and Barney. <br />
The chickens are also all change… the original 300 have decreased to… 0 (some
died, and then the rest got too old to lay and so got done in one by one and
incinerated. There was a call out to see if anyone would like to take them on,
whether as food or friends, but no. So… incineration. Bye bye Carla, bye bye
Bobble, bye bye chicken with huge great comb that pretends to be a cockerel.
Bye bye the rest of you… I hope your ashes still remember me constantly singing
ABBA to you). There are now 98 new fresh chickens, and perhaps another 200 to
come. This lot are far more inquisitive, constantly surrounding you and pecking
your Wellies (in a very friendly manner). <br />
The rest of the farm hasn’t really changed too much apart from certain areas
that have pretty much turned into swamp due to all this rain we’ve been having
for… the majority of the past year.<br />
Otherwise, exciting things are happening here, but I’ll leave that till later
if I remember. <br />
Lovely bunch here at the moment… of course there are Hugh & Alice, and then
there is Sarah from Norfolk/everywhere, and Evelin from Austria/Vienna.<br />
I’ll be leaving on Saturday, but not without my veg box! Certainly something to
rival those veg boxes from Riverford Organic who ship in fruit & veg from
other countries far away… it isn’t supposed to work like that! LOCAL organic
food!<br />
Food here at the farm is always exciting… it’s quite a challenge cooking
vegetarian since I’m not usually one, and so I’m always learning. <br />
Yesterday Sarah cooked crispy baked Savoy cabbage and kale, with a sort of
stir-fry stew based on a large amount of Pac-choi and some rice noodles. The
day before it was my turn to cook… cheated a little and used mostly tinned /
non-fresh ingredients though. Bean and lentil savoury crumble (with a cheesy
sagey topping) with extra virgin olive oiled pearl barley. Day before that
Evelin baked a superb chard pie (such good pastry!) and leek risotto. You get
the gist. Good grub. So good that my poop has been coming out much greener than
usual. Mmm. I’m always excited for suppertime here (then again, am I ever NOT
excited for food, in general? Haha. Fatty!).<br />
I wish I had the stamina to always eat like this, but sometimes it’s just so
much easier to eat boring pasta with cheese. Lets see if I can continue it for
a little longer once I leave here & go back to Arnolds.<br />
<br />
Yes! Arnold’s. I’ve been staying there since early January, I’m glad his
housemates Phillipa & Luke are being nice enough to put up with me too
(I’ve been trying to be good! Doing the washing up for everyone, not using too
much water… though as if that was ever a problem, with my showering
tendencies!! Not long now, never fear). I hope it’s been helping Arnold a bit…
he’s been so busy with his newish job & also his Masters degree
(photography & the landscape – ooerr!) so I’ve been doing supper and
suchlike. But now doubt he’ll sleep better when I’m not there, what with my
“trampolining in my sleep” habit. Sideways trampolining, of course. Otherwise
I’d be more impressed. When I do get my house, I’ll only be just across the
road (literally… we’re somehow both number 2 on the same road).<br />
Although Arnold has been crazy busy, we’ve been trying to get out on little
adventures at weekends… meanders around Kennell Vale, finding all the cameras
he hid back in October (Golant woods), picking mussels at super low tide on the
Helford, scrummy yummy meals out at the newly done up Pandora Inn near Mylor…
etc. (I had buttery scallops on smoky grilled salmon, 4 good sized Mylor pigeon
breasts with a horseradish mashed potato, and for pudding a Baked Alaska!
Exciting times, strangely I’ve never had one before!). <br />
Roll on warmer weather and longer days (AND MORE SUNSHINE!!!).<br />
<br />
And did you have a good Christmas? That appears to be the question I’m asking
people the most at the moment (volunteers at the farm who I haven’t seen in a
while. Admittedly most of the answers are something along the lines of “oh, I
don’t do Christmas. I’m a Buddhist”) (ok, so maybe only one of the answers).<br />
I had quite a nice Christmas! It was certainly different…<br />
For one thing, I wasn’t in Norway (though I did visit Norway in November, more
on that later). Another thing, I wasn’t in Tenerife! My other “normal”
Christmassing area! So where the bloody hell was I?<br />
Well, I was in Reigate. My home town. At my parents.<br />
Wow. That’s a start.<br />
Christmas was a very quiet affair – just myself and the parents plus my sister
Elk’s teddy bear Scruffy at the table. Elk is away on a silly fancy pants boat
near Monaco for the time being (on her forced gap year / experience year from
uni), and she couldn’t come home for x-mas and so for the whole time when I was
home I was photographing Scruffy in various festive situations (making mince
pies, storing sprouts between his legs, terrorising robins, etc) and sending
them to her. So that is why he joined us at the kitchen table for Christmas
lunch. Not that this would be deemed unusual for anyone who knows what our
household is like (it used to be LIVE hamsters on the table at supper, pinching
meatballs off of plates!).<br />
I got a few things for Christmas… from my parents I wasn’t expecting a thing,
after all – a house is occurring! So I was pleasantly surprised when I got a
shoebox full of a large and beautiful array of embroidery silks (originally my
grannys, mum salvaged them from her house when she died years ago) along with
some tights (always good, since my old tights are more ladder than tight) and a
box of M&S peppermint creams. Mmmmm.<br />
From Arnold I got a niiice wooden Victorian writing desk (the sort which looks
like a wooden box, but you can fold it out). It has the original green leather
table area, the original glass ink wells, and then under the table bit are a
couple of storage areas as well as a couple of TOP SECRET drawers for TOP SECRET
things! (Like rude love letters! Hehe). This box was filled with a couple of
interesting books, a bottle of Arnold’s homemade blackberry whisky, and other
such lovelies.<br />
From my granny I got a good little cheque.<br />
On Boxing day my granny (dads side) came over, and we mostly sat slightly
awkwardly trying to make conversation, and then resorted to doing a puzzle. <br />
The rest of December and early January was mostly filled with me milling about
the house feeling exceedingly tired (it’s the central heating / more polluted
air due to Gatwick/London/M25 effect) or getting drunk with Imy & Jess…
usually in The Cage in Reigate. I never knew this place had an upstairs or
toilets until December. Fun times were had! Fun times indeed! This includes New
Years Eve, which was held at Jess’ house. Reminded me of old times… but BETTER!
I impressed myself by walking home from there at 3:30am, 2.5-3 miles in half an
hour. Yessss.<br />
Of course these weren’t the only two things I did, I also met up with Tanzee
and Jenny and Matt and the Lads and all sorts of people! With the Lads we
played a brilliant array of games, including hide & seek in the dark (never
too old to play that) and Squeak Piggy Squeak. I always do miss my Surrey lot.
So much! Although I’m not sure my liver misses you, Imy!!<br />
<br />
Since we’re going in a reverse chronological order, I may as well tell you
(though likely in brief) of my November travels. 11<sup>th</sup>-18<sup>th</sup>
November I was in Holland with Imy. For the first 4 nights we stayed at the
Flying Pig Uptown backpackers hostel… this was super, really fun place. I had
slight difficulty keeping up with Imy though! On some of the days we met up
with Silje & Alex (also stayed in Amsterdam for a while) and did all the
normal touristy things such as museums (Sex Museum!!) Red Light District on a
Saturday night, nibbling probably too many cheese samples in the cheese shops,
and, of course, the coffee shops. <br />
Wow, haha… I’ve never got so confused and disorientated in such a funny way. 2
hours to walk a 20-minute trip!<br />
After Amsterdam we jumped on a (double decker!) train to Delft. Delft is most
famous for it’s blue and white pottery and suchlike… I kind of prefer Delft to
Amsterdam as it is smaller but still has all the architectural charm (if not
more). Things aren’t so rushed, and it isn’t quite so full of stoned tourists
just looking for another coffee shop or red light. We stayed at Jorplace
backpackers hostel for the night (triple decker bunk beds!) and met up with a
friend I met at Perranporth, Jeroen! This was around the time of Mickelmas,
something related to Christmas and based around children eating a ridiculous
amount of sweets and suchlike. Jeroen gave us each a bag of goodies, which was
so nice and unexpected, and took us to a local bar, which seemed more like a
pub. Plenty of local beers to try (all with those weird big frothy heads) and
afterwards Imy & I clambered onto a statue and had the police stop next to
us. Notice I say “stop”. They didn’t say anything… just sort of rolled up in
their car & stopped next to the statue. This obviously made us get off.
Isn’t that nice and polite? Haha! Polite! The police over there are called
“politie”… not actually because they’re so polite, but because that is how the
word has been translated. But everyone over there IS polite… police or not.<br />
The next day we re-visited our favourite bagel shop (bagels are the way
forwards there… especially when topped with gooey goats cheese, honey, walnuts,
and a little rocket salad). Bagel shop was goooood… nice and warm. Outside was
cooooold. We sat out there drawing for a while and had loads of school kids
come up to us and ask “are you French?”. Who knows.<br />
We soon jumped onto a train to Rotterdam (another double decker! Excitement
maximus!) and arrived, then went to find out hostel. This hostel was the
Rotterdam HI hostel near station Blaak… however upon arrival we were told that
we were meant to have stayed there the night before! WHOOPS! And bugger. But oh
well! They pointed us in the direction of a backpackers.<br />
I have to admit, I was pretty grumpy… I wasn’t much enjoying Rotterdam due to
my love of Delft, and also because Rotterdam is a bit of a concrete jungle as
it was bombed loads in the war (like Plymouth). Concrete just isn’t my thing.
Sorry Imy, for my grumpiness. We found the hostel (Hostel ROOM backpackers) and
YAY they had a room for us, a highly oddly decorated room (like a zoo…) but a
room non the less! Dumping our stuff Imy dragged me out on a walk of the city.
I grumbled. I suppose my hangover didn’t help matters. Rotterdam thankfully turned
out to be so much more interesting that originally thought… the architecture
there, although very concretey and different to the traditional Dutch style,
was very well thought out and very modern art! Buildings were crazy shapes, and
the streets were much easier to navigate (although perhaps this was because Imy
& I weren’t high as kites as we’d been in Amsterdam. Note: I could be being
cautious and not revealing the fact that Imy and I “partook” in OH NO! Drug
use! But that would be silly. I’m fully for the legalisation of that particular
herb, not so I can constantly be sitting grinning silly in a corner, but
because I really don’t see how it is any worse than the use of say alcohol,
tobacco, or even caffeine. All of these things if used in moderation can be good
for the individual, of course there will be those who take the piss and go
overboard, but there will be someone who does that with anything. There are far
worse things for us and the law to be worrying about! Follow the example of
those two states in America which have just legalised, and stop being silly!<br />
ANYWAY… where was I.<br />
Rotterdam.<br />
So yes! This city turned out to be far more interesting that I first imagined.<br />
That evening Imy and I sat down with a group of other people staying at the hostel
and played a drinking game, I left Imy with them (as she was having so much
fun! *<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">eyebrow wiggle</span>*) and so
went and met up with Jeroen by myself, we ended up in an Irish pub with sawdust
all over the floor… how ye olde!<br />
The next morning! Hangover central (or I could be Dutch… centraal!). Jeroen was
being insanely nice and generous and so picked us up in his shiny fancy
electric car thing. We put Imy in the back… she was hanging far worse than me.
We then drove out to the big sandy beaches of Holland, they go on for miles and
I can imagine in the summer they’re really nice! They were still nice, but
cold. And windy. But this helped the hangovers. After the beach we went on to
see the huuuuuge dam which stops Holland from flooding too much, and then we got
dropped off at a train station. A lovely day! What a shame that we couldn’t
actually see much as for the majority of the time there was thick fog… haha!<br />
Onto the train (…double decker…!) and with only minor mishaps we arrived back
in Amsterdam.<br />
The plan for this night was to go to some party of a friend of Imy’s, this is
why we got ourselves booked into the skankiest hostel ever as it was near to
the party location! THANKFULLY it was only one night, and we’re still alive to
tell the tale so it can’t have been so bad. But it WAS right upstairs from
McDonalds. Oh dear. And I did feel very, very, very, very, very uncomfortable.
Maybe this is just because I’m used to hostels. But no. I think I had a pretty
good reason to feel uncomfortable…! Our plan changed! We never got to the
party. Instead, we went to the Red Light District on a Saturday night and found
ourselves a couple of prostitutes.<br />
I joke.<br />
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We then went on to our favourite coffee shop (Hill Street
Blues – the less dark and dingy of the two). By this point I was adamant that I
could definitely find our way back to the hotel, after all – it was far closer
to get to than the Flying Pig, and I was like, sooo much better with high map
reading as the week went on.<br />
What a lie this was.<br />
It again took us a million years to find the hotel again (even though it was
really close to Centraal station, but then again, in our state every single
building looked like Centraal station!), but we got there in the end.<br />
That night I went to sleep with ear plugs in, so I wouldn’t hear if any
murderers entered our room in the night. I’d rather die without a panic prior
to it.<br />
The next day… our final day. No more nights.<br />
I was pretty much ready to go home by this point… thankfully the day was nice
and sunny, so we went for a stroll around previously un-explored areas of
Amsterdam, sat and watched a Mickelmas parade for a while, found the cheese
shop which we’d visited with Silje & Alex at the beginning of the week (but
for various reasons had never been able to find again) and finally sat in a
square, finishing up the remaining little end of our last item of what is
illegal in Britain, and being sleepy.<br />
Fast forward a few hours, and after the most confusing airport ever (Schipol),
we were home in Surrey again.<br />
A question from Imy’s dad as her parents collected us from the station: <br />
“Did you take all the drugs in Amsterdam?”<br />
“Not all”, I replied.<br />
No point in lying.<br />
In short, Holland is a lovely place… sexy architecture, crazy friendly people,
great cheese, but sadly no hills or any area of great geographical note. But
other countries have that, so it’s fine. Mmm Holland.<br />
Thank you Jeroen, for showing us about more than we would have looked about
ourselves. An insider is always useful (except for when in Morocco. Then it’s
just bloody expensive). <br />
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A couple of days after my return from Holland I was off on a
plane again! This time, to Stavanger (Norway) once more! Off to see my Romeo
(Silje), and of course Rarrarrarr. And you, Alex. I suppose. And everyone else
who I see in Norway, such as Silje’s family. <br />
This wasn’t really meant as travelling, more of just a visiting friends and
relaxing, which is what happened. The only thing different this time to
previous times is that I stayed in Silje & Alex’s ground floor flat as
Silje no longer lives with her parents! (This was a slight sadface for me, as I
love staying at the parents place! They’re such wonderful people, Annette is so
lovely and amazing at decorating the place in an appropriate way for the
season, and Birger is the best chef in the world ever and also a lovely…) but
at least staying in the flat meant I didn’t get fat. And we visited the parents
anyway. So it’s all fine. And I got to eat stickmeat again (I got some to take
home to Surrey… we ate that when Arnold came up to visit. My parents &
Arnold were not overly impressed by Norwegian food. I scowl at them for this.
But hey ho, I got to eat more stickmeat). <br />
Norway was mostly filled with mooching about, going to the cinema, Geocaching,
a party, and talking to the cat. Nice and chilled. A good change from the
previous week of madness in Holland.<br />
<br />
So that’s the end of my travels for now! Where to go next, I wonder… current
thought is Portugal. Not been there yet. Nice and warm. But not such an extreme
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Illustration wise? What have I done? Well… not much and loads at the same time.<br />
Not much, because of my lack of desk. Loads, because I did a commission for the
blimmin’ DAVE MATTHEWS BAND!<br />
Ok, perhaps I shouldn’t be saying that so excitedly as I don’t actually really
know who they are, and upon much needed research I found that their music isn’t
reeeeally to my taste… but other people have been very VERY impressed with me
for getting this commission, and I’m pretty chuffed too. It’s big.<br />
Especially because they’re supposedly the 10<sup>th</sup> highest paid
musicians in the world.<br />
Blimey.<br />
So yeah… I’ve done a couple of t-shirt designs for them. Nothing mega! No album
art! But you never know, they might want more from me. One day…<br />
One the mention of album art, I won a competition of designing album art for
local Falmouth band the Klezbians (Jewish Gypsy music). That’s nice. <br />
Yay for me!<br />
Now slowly working up to sending stuff out to agents, AGAIN. Maybe first I
should do some fresh new work, I’m not sure I can base my wow factor simply on
a DMB commission.<br />
And no… I don’t fancy working freelance right now. Lets start off with an
agent. If they want me.<br />
I can always go freelance once I’ve finished my contract with any agent I get.
Yeeeahhh.<br />
<br />
Anyway, I had better shut up now! I can smell that supper is nearly ready (Hugh
is cooking tonight) and I NEED A WEE.<br />
plus I’ve written roughly 4500 words on this so far. I’m sure anyone reading
these words wasn’t originally ready for an essay.<br />
<br />
Wow, tomorrow is the last day of the first month already… whoosh.<br />
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I’ll leave you at that. Bye bye!</div>
Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-10184698692294681302012-10-22T15:16:00.001-07:002012-10-22T15:16:59.670-07:00114. Tweed is on the sceneI've been inspired by Silje, to make a Christmas list. I never write Christmas lists... partly because I likely won't get anything on it, but also because I don't really have a load of stuff that I actually want!<br />But I'm scoured my mind & my saved lists, and so here is a list.<br /><br />And so it starts here, with the thing I'd like the most...<br />I'd really, REALLY like a fold up desk (with a few little drawer-tidies!) for my van Hector. Of course <a href="http://www.tinyassapartment.com/2012/03/above-fold-10-wall-mounted-folding.html" target="_blank">these</a> are utterly lovely, but since a) my van has slanted walls, and b) it's a rather small space, it'll have to be hand made. And lightweight. Anyone with any grand ideas?<br /><br />Van-wise, I'd also like a leisure battery fitted so I could have real electicity in Hector... just for little things such as charging my phone, laptop, and camera, plus having some actual decent lights rather than my little LED 3 AAA battery push spotlights (they're getting veeery dull, but it's nice to know that the current batteries have lasted me the whole YHA season!). I've been told that theres a place which does this in Longdowns, Cornwall, but it's kinds hard to find...<br /><br />Clothes! (Oh no! Not MORE material posessions!). My top half being GB size 14-16, the bottom half being size 16.<br />This <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/69177479/short-sleeves-bohemian-embroidered-top" target="_blank">lovely embroidery</a> has caught my eye... and it looks like it'll fit my wide shoulders, too!?<br />
Here are a selection of delicious items from Toast. <a href="http://www.toast.co.uk/product/women+tops/C7AK8/TIPPED+VOILE+TOP.htm?categoryref=%2fcategory.aspx%3fcategoryid%3dwomen%2520tops%26seoterm%3dtops%26&pcat=women+tops&adimage=&clr=C7AK8_darkkhakidarkbluedeepteal" target="_blank">Me</a> <a href="http://www.toast.co.uk/product/women+tops/C7AU8/WASHED+SILK+PLEATED+TEE+TOP.htm?categoryref=%2fcategory.aspx%3fcategoryid%3dwomen%2520tops%26seoterm%3dtops%26&pcat=women+tops&adimage=&clr=C7AU8_sienna" target="_blank">me</a> <a href="http://www.toast.co.uk/product/trousers/C4HL8-C4HR8/STRETCH+CORD+SKINNY+JEAN.htm?categoryref=%2fcategory.aspx%3fcategoryid%3dtrousers%26seoterm%3dtrousers%2520shorts%26&pcat=trousers&adimage=&clr=C4HL8_deepteal" target="_blank">me</a> <a href="http://www.toast.co.uk/product/trousers/C4IL8-C4IR8/STRETCH+CORD+WIDE+LEG+TROUSER.htm?categoryref=%2fcategory.aspx%3fcategoryid%3dtrousers%26seoterm%3dtrousers%2520shorts%26&pcat=trousers&adimage=&clr=C4IL8_sienna" target="_blank">me</a> <a href="http://www.toast.co.uk/product/cord/C3AF8/STRETCH+CORD+SKIRT.htm?categoryref=%2fcategory.aspx%3fcategoryid%3dcord%26seoterm%3dcord%26&pcat=cord&adimage=&clr=C3AF8_deepteal" target="_blank">me</a> <a href="http://www.toast.co.uk/product/coats+and+jackets/C5AG8/SHETLAND+TWEED+JACKET.htm?categoryref=%2fcategory.aspx%3fcategoryid%3dcoats%2520and%2520jackets%26seoterm%3djackets%2520coats%26&pcat=coats+and+jackets&adimage=&clr=C5AG8_blackoldgold" target="_blank">me</a> <a href="http://www.toast.co.uk/product/skirts/C3AH8/WOOL+CREPE+PANELLED+SKIRT.htm?categoryref=%2fcategory.aspx%3fcategoryid%3dskirts%26seoterm%3dskirts%26&pcat=skirts&adimage=&clr=C3AH8_darkasparagus" target="_blank">me</a> <a href="http://www.toast.co.uk/product/accessories/FHAD8/WASBISTER+HAT.htm?categoryref=%2fcategory.aspx%3fcategoryid%3daccessories%26seoterm%3daccessories%26&pcat=accessories&adimage=&clr=FHAD8_navymulti" target="_blank">me</a> <a href="http://www.toast.co.uk/product/nightwear/CFFS8/FOULARD+SPOT+NIGHTIE.htm?categoryref=%2fcategory.aspx%3fcategoryid%3dnightwear%26seoterm%3dnightwear%26&pcat=nightwear&adimage=&clr=CFFS8_saffronprussianblue" target="_blank">me</a>!<br />Foxy loveliness<a href="http://www.dorothyperkins.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=1&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33053&storeId=12552&productId=6768280&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208650&parent_categoryId=208600&pageSize=200&refinements=category~[212123|208650]&noOfRefinements=1" target="_blank"> here</a> and <a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/313528" target="_blank">here</a>... (admittedly I might just get the t-shirt myself... before it disappears... so if you really want to get me this, ask first) and also <a href="http://m.hobbs.co.uk/product-detail?productid=0212-6247-3732L00&productvarid=0212-6247-3732L00-NEUTRAL%20MULTI-16&refpage=tops/blouses&view=2&searchpage=1&pagesize=12" target="_blank">here</a>...<br />Nice <a href="https://www.nomadsclothing.com/womenswear/tops/organic-cowl-neck-top" target="_blank">GREEN</a> top.<br /><a href="http://www.hippieshop.com/cgi-bin/gold/item/4125" target="_blank">Yeah, man.</a><br /><br />Random things...<br />These are <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/90488947/pair-of-miniature-needle-felted-pocket" target="_blank">cyooot</a>! But I'm not entirely sure what I'd do with them... they're more the sort of thing I'd give to someone else and expect them to squeal too? I like that they're TINY. I like tiny things.<br /><br />Slightly cheaper, <a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=1&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=2554165&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208569&parent_categoryId=208495&pageSize=200" target="_blank">my</a> <a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=1&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=2554183&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208569&parent_categoryId=208495&pageSize=200" target="_blank">one</a> <a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=1&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=5858791&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208569&parent_categoryId=208495&pageSize=200" target="_blank">girly</a> <a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=1&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=6112881&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208569&parent_categoryId=208495&pageSize=200" target="_blank">vice</a>... <a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=1&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=2205106&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208569&parent_categoryId=208495&pageSize=200" target="_blank">nailvarnish</a>. <br /><br />Other things I like, include hand knitted socks (proper wool!!), knitted hats (though ask me for style directions first... bit fussy), a patchwork quilt.<br />Giftcards for somewhere like Homebase, so I can acquire useful DIY stuff for the van.<br />Silver rings (actual silver). Sizes N & M are good. They're the only ones I can remember.<br />Gold rings, if you're feeling generous (again... actual gold. I don't want green fingers).<br />Earrings which won't make my ears green or itchy.<br /><br />Favourite colours being rusty orangey reddy brown, and sludgy green... but mainly just earthy colours. <br /><br />You know, I can't think of anything else. There probably is something, but I don't NEED anything!<br /><br />Things which I like but aren't really that useful in a van and I don't really want (due to the lack of use):<br />-More cookbooks<br />-Stuff to put in kitchens<br />-Wash stuff<br />-Stuff you might put in an actual house<br />-Candles<br />I'm sure you understand.<br /><br />May add to this later, perhaps in a different colour.Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-17459050014865030772012-09-14T09:00:00.003-07:002012-09-14T09:00:33.855-07:00113. 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4<sup>th</sup> September<br />
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G’mrrnin’…<br />
Wow I’m tired. Still. Been tired for days actually, perhaps it’s the oncoming
of autumn… the weather has certainly been getting much fresher (not that it was
ever particularly hot & stuffy this Summer, except for my explorations into
Morocco). But yes, autumn is coming. WINTER IS COMING. But lets just think of
it as autumn for now… not prepared for winter yet. <br />
I do quite like this time of year though… it’s still relatively good weather
(actually it’s probably better weather than we had all summer, just less warm)
and so I can wear more clothes than just shorts & vest. Which is nice.
Because I quite like wearing clothes. This time of year is also when everyone
has gone back to school and work, which in my eyes is SUPER! Less busy at the
hostel. YAY! No more horrible post-GCSE groups, no more stressy families, no
more silly drunk young-uns (I sometimes miss being a drunk young-un… but I
currently don’t really FEEL like a young-un… I was pretty amazed when a 22-23
year old couple of girls stayed at the hostel the other day, it’s not often
that I find folks of my actual own age any more… actual young age rather than
the 27 everyone still reckons I am). <br />
<br />
But yes. Autumn. Outside is smelling really nice, sort of warm but damp…
slightly rotting and so slightly sweet (except for the rotting seaweed at
Flushing, which when trodden in leaves a thick brown tarry substance on your
boots and STINKS TO HIGH HELL). Mmm, warm leaf rot smell. <br />
Birds are singing again after their summer period of not singing (to protect
the whereabouts of their young!) and it’s easier to feel more “in touch” with
nature (without meaning to sound like a complete and utter hippy, haha). <br />
Soon I’ll be able to set myself up in the hostel at a table again, and not have
to move my stuff out of the way in the evenings. Soon we’ll have that lovely
stream of ye olde coast path walkers again. WAHOO! The sort who DON’T bring in
excessive amounts of sand on their boots, who DON’T go and get drunk and use
next to their bed as a toilet (ok so that’s only happened once, and they WERE a
stag group… but still. BLOODY YOUNG FOLK!). <br />
Mmm, old path walkers. My favourite. Especially when I can natter on to them
for hours about the YHA & the good old days, haha. <br />
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Hopefully the sea will remain nice and warm for a while longer yet… I was still
going in mid November last year so it should be fine. I need to do more
swimming with William. He’s getting better… perhaps one day I can race him
& it’ll be a fair race (what’s the fun in swimming without playing about or
having races?) (I miss racing). <br />
Though of course I won’t be in the sea in November, we maybe the first week of
November… but most of that time I’ll be in Amsterdam. Or Stavanger. Or Reigate.
TRAVELS! YAY! <br />
<br />
Am getting pretty excited about all my little travelly bits, not been abroad
with Imy before (Amsterdam). We’ll do all the normal tourist stuff (Van Gogh
museum, sex museum, coffee shops, and there’s a bar which ONLY does drinks
including gin! Imy will be chuffed) and then we may go on a train or something
to Rotterdam / other place for a few nights. Jazz it up a bit. I hope it won’t
be too cold… at least it isn’t January / February, they’re the coldest!<br />
I suppose Stavanger isn’t really travelling… it’s more “seeing friends”.
EEEEEE! NORWEGIANS! I miss my Norwegs (Microsoft Word didn’t recognise the word
“Norwegs” – how dare it! Had to add it to the dictionary).<br />
There’s even a slight chance of me going to the Caribbean mit le parental units
for x-mas (if Elk sails there with her boat we’ll go, otherwise meine mutter is
going “OOHHHHH I WON’T SEE HER FOR A WHOLE YEEEEARRRR!”) (with less capital
letters, she’s not much of a capital letter sort). <br />
And then of course back to lovely lovely lovely Cornwall, where the current
thought is that I’ll stay with the lovely lovely lovely William Arnold. If he’ll
take me. Maybe I’ll do a little WWOOFing at Bosavern in the weekdays, to amuse
myself. <br />
And then come March, Perranporth again. Wow… nearly a whole season done at
Perran, and haven’t been scared off enough to not do another one!<br />
<br />
Though Perran does have its downsides, sometimes. As much as it’s fun to be “living”
in a van – not having to pay rent or bills (apart from the vehicle related
ones, but people have those even if they live in a house (if they have a
vehicle) plus vehicle is cheaper than house)… where was I… ah, yes, as much as
it’s fun to be “living” in a van, it’s… well, it’s not a house. Is it.<br />
I’m currently living at Boscastle YHA for the week, covering for the manager
Terry, and so I get to stay in the staff accommodation. I’ve got my own room
with an en-suite bathroom (shower & mirror included!), and a bed (though I
have to say, my van bed is bigger and comfier), and a DESK (this is the main
highlight), and a kitchen area. I know I have all these things vaguely at hand
at Perran but I have to get out of the van to get them, and I know they aren’t
THAT far away from the van, it still means going outside. Sometimes in the
pissing rain. Just to use the toilet.<br />
I’m not complaining as such… I just miss having storage space to hang up my
clothes (rather than delving blindly under the bed until I manage to pull out
the item I was looking for) and a DESK!! (Very subtly trying to persuade Arnold
to let me meet his dad who is a cabinet maker… I’d like a cabinet/shelves/desk
in my van. It’d suck if I made it though) (plus I’d quite like to meet some of
Arnold’s family anyway) (is that weird?) (you reading this, Arnold?) (not that
I JUST want to meet his dad so that I can persuade him to make me in-van
furniture) (lets stop talking about this).<br />
But yes.<br />
I’d like my own space, really. With good light for reading & creating in.<br />
Wouldn’t that be nice.<br />
Heh.<br />
<br />
But I shouldn’t be thinking about the future too much, I’ve got the present to
contend with first!<br />
Today it’s a lovely sunny looking day (although sun doesn’t last long in the
Boscastle valley as the sides are so tall and steep). I think I’ll go for a
little circle walk along the coast path & then slightly inland, then if
there’s time maybe I’ll go to the Witchcraft Museum (again) although I reckon I
need a whole afternoon for that so perhaps not (there is sketching to be done!
Sketching without other people getting bored with me taking so long!).<br />
<br />
I’ll go say a quick hello to Hector first, though. Find a change of clothes (wearing
the same thing for days on end… niiice… <br />
<br />
Anyway, it’s been roughly a month since my last update.<br />
What’s been gow’n awnnn?<br />
<br />
Well I’ve been back from Coverack YHA, done Perranporth YHA for a while, and
now I’m at Boscastle YHA for the short week, as I said. I love the area around
Boscastle; a short walk from the hostel (which is RIGHT IN the harbour – when
the tide comes up the sea is pretty much lapping at the outer wall!), SHORT
WALK FROM THE HOSTEL there is an outcrop of land into the sea. Yesterday I
walked up there in the mist, there hadn’t been much cleaning to do and so it
was still relatively early and so not many tourists were about (admittedly
there aren’t too many about anyway). The mist was dramatic, and made the
highest point of the outcrop even more exciting. No one about, careful footing
as in some places its very slippery slate sort of rock. At the top you can look
back down at the village and it feels a little like you’re seeing it from a
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Going towards the high up "helicopter view" place bit. In foggish stuff. Yeah.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the afore mentioned view... this is very steeply downwards. Lots big fall mucho yes.</td></tr>
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6<sup>th</sup> September<br />
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Ah! What a quite nice couple of days I’ve just had, yes indeed…<br />
Yesturday was sunny, so after finishing the mornings work I decided “lets do
that walk which you wanted to do, but yesterday it was too foggy!”. I set off,
and instead of only getting to the top of the outcrop, I got right to the top
of the hill! Aren’t I good! Up there it’s an even better view than from the
outcrop; to mark the top of it is a white pole with a weather vane stuck on top
(a fish) (they seem to like their weather vanes round here… I’ve noticed that
the Witchcraft museum has a with on a broomstick on top of it, and there’s a
few others about too… maybe it’s because everything down here has no phone
signal, and so instead of checking the internet for the wind direction people
actually bother to look upwards at the roof?). <br />
But yes. Top of the hill (no mean feat really, but it’s certainly further than
the day before). The day was warming up nicely, and so I decided to sit on a
flat rock which over looked the fields and valley of the Boscastle area – nice
and relatively sheltered, plenty of sunshine (barely a cloud in the sky!
Certainly, none crossed the sun when I was there). I had my lunch (dark Ryvita
with Arnold’s home grown & home made cucumber pickle, then some Leerdammer
on the side as I decided it really didn’t go so great with the pickle) and then
some of my peach & coconut oaty biscuit cake slice flapjack soft things (an
accurate description if I ever saw one!). And slightly apple juicey water.<br />
Well… turns out I didn’t get much further.<br />
I sat there for a couple of hours in the end, got my shoulders back to their
slightly darker egg-shell mode, and snoozed off. It was good. Eventually I
decided to walk back down and so came back and then painted and drew and
created – if I always had a desk, imagine how much stuff I’d get done! Wow!<br />
I met the third and final Boscastle worker in the evening, there’s Terry the
manager, then Anita and Linda the “other two” (like I’m the “other one” at
Perranporth). I may have looked a little worried when Linda stuck her head into
the office, not because I wasn’t expecting any more check ins and she might
have been one, but because I had let out an almighty fart. WHOOPS. What a
skanker.<br />
Exciting news: Imy might come down to visit me this month! THIS IS VERY EXCITING!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From high up place in Boscastle, IN THE SUN!</td></tr>
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And now today! Oh what a nice day. It was lovely to know that I could have a
lie in and have no one to concern myself with, lovely to know that if I needed
to get up and use the toilet I could just shuffle across a small patch of
carpet to the bathroom, though a shame that I couldn’t stretch out due to the
small size of the bed. At about 9:40 I got a call from Linda asking if that
afternoon I’d like to help her out with a bit of WWOOFing… why not. Makes sure
that I actually get outside, it’s another nice day!<br />
Having noticed that it was a nice day, I promptly sat down and did yet more
arty fartying until 2:45pm when Linda came and collected me. <br />
Linda lives and works on a farm, you see; the hostel is just helping her gain
extra income (I congratulate her on her ability to run from one job to the
other and back to the first, all in one day, every day, and not be totally
knackered out) (I suppose I could ALSO argue that making pretty pictures is my “other
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<span style="font-family: Corbel;">Off to the farm we drove,
and I meet all the dogs (thankfully they all seemed to like me, and didn’t jump
about, and didn’t try to kill me like I sometimes expect dogs to do) (cat
person, that’s for sure) (hamster person). The job was pretty simple, it was lifting
bales of hay off of the back of a big tractor tow truck and onto the already
existing stack of them in the barn. Big tall stack. Took me a few minutes to
gain my sea legs (hay/straw legs?) on top of it all! Slightly wobbly, with a
few treacherous gaps and holes. It was only three loads, and all VERY
satisfying. The bales were that weight which make you notice that you’re
lifting something, but it’s a good weight and you definitely feel that you’re
doing something and work up a slight sweat. Delicious. I managed to get
hay/straw EVERYWHERE (lots in the hair, who needs hair product to create a “textured
volumnised look” when you can just stuff it full of hay/straw? Haha.<br />
Met the alpacas, and the chickens, and drank home made elderflower cordial, and
was given a jar of home produced honey (there’s bees! I want to keep bees).
Linda took me for a brief little walk, too, to show me the cliffs which are
part of their land. Corr! It’s good there. I quite like summer farm work stuff,
harvesting and whatnot… shame harvesting doesn’t happen like this in the months
when I’m not working YHA. It was all very interesting, and the weather stayed
niiice, and then I was driven back to the hostel and bought a lavender &
honey ice-cream, and we sat and ate them on a warm wall in the sun, staring at
Hector. Ha. <br />
Not much happened this evening after that, but all in all it was a good day.
Yes yes. And now back to Boscastley work again tomorrow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Corbel;">Sunday 9<sup>th</sup>
September.<br />
Ahhh… home sweet Perranporthy home…<br />
Sometimes, despite the fact that it has no en-suite, no kitchen, no desk… there
is nothing quite like sitting in the back of the van / Hector, over looking the
sea.<br /><br />Friday 14th September.<br />Look! Look! A blog entry! Why has the sun come out? It's making me feel guilty for not being outside!<br /><br />Have some imagery:</span><br /><span style="font-family: Corbel;"></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riikka Sormunen.</td></tr>
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Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-31441930700223782872012-08-11T10:50:00.000-07:002012-08-11T10:50:42.509-07:00112. Have a good delve.<style>
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Double posting today! Decided to split it into two, or else
a) this post starts all the way back in… June… and b) it’d may be disgustingly
long. Other half is to be seen in the post before this one, for the sake of keeping things in chronological order. Yup yup.<br />
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Sunday 5<sup>th</sup> August.<br />
Here I am, another YHA… this time it’s Coverack. I’m sat up in the staff flat
(although due to lack of rooms, I’m sleeping in my van. That’s fine, I do
rather like the van… though I forgot about the downside of parking under trees,
and since it’s Britain / Cornwall I suspect that it’s going to rain and so I’ll
have THUNDEROUS DROPS OF DOOOOOM coming down onto my roof. And maybe a lot of
bird poo.<br />
As per usual, the hostel needed my help. As do they all. It’s pretty nice here
actually… no, very nice! If I was to work at any other YHA in Cornwall it’d FO
SHIZZLE be this one… catering, but not too stressful (no one ranting and
raving, and throwing objects across the kitchen, whipping folks with tea
towels, swearing every other word, etc… stress does appear to happen but from
what I’m used to in “previous life” it’s nothing!). To be honest, working in a
kitchen is nice in general because it’s something to do (I’m not complaining
about being paid to sit on my bum and decorate more signs for the hostel at
Perran, but sometimes its good to be DOING things… especially food related
things… and the food side of things here is nice, as it’s not all 100% stuff
out of plastic packs, pre-made and frozen!) (Golant have a LOT to learn). It
ALSO helps that everyone here is absolutely lovely; I’d consider applying for a
job here for next season, but firstly I’ve already said I’ll help with Perran
(after all, I would one day like to have the place to myself…) and secondly I’m
not sure I’d like to be working like this all the time… just some of the time. Every
so often. Yeah.<br />
The down point, is the fact that I have to be in the kitchen at 6:45am
tomorrow. WHOAH NOW. That’s the time I woke up this morning, stuck my head out
the door and went “ahh… time for a bit more sleep…”. What maniacs decided they
fancied eating breakfast at 7:30… <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">*fist
shake*<br />
Ahh… and I have the nice soggy trouser thing going on again from constantly
wiping wet hands down my apron in the kitchen.<br />
<br />
Recent news…<br />
I went to Morocco!<br />
A brief run down of that? Yeeeah… why not.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">(Brief? BRIEF? HA!
As if…)<br />
<br />
Phil gave me a lift to the station (after I did a mornings work!) and Arnold
& I managed to survive the 6 hour train journey to Reigate, fretting a
little since I’ve never EVER taken a boy chap bloke back to the parental units.<br />
I needn’t have worried, it was fine! Arnold & the motherly one nattered
about gardens and whatnot, and there was coffee cake, and roast chicken, and it
was all good (the fatherly one wasn’t there, away doing bizznizz). The next day
we gather our belongings again and go off to Gatwick where upon we leapt onto
the plane (forgot that National Geographic was quite so expensive…). <br />
The flight was with British Airways, but this didn’t mean a thing to me. As per
usual I managed to end up sitting next to an annoying bloke who had the window
seat… he then decided to shut the shutters and watch a film on his iPad for the
majority of the journey until perhaps he got the gist of me peering over the
seats in front to see out of the window and such (he had earphones in, and I’m
too awkward to ask him anyway) (silent emotional blackmail, YEAH!).<br />
At some point we got given a little packed lunch (cheesy wrap, feta cheese etc
COUS COUS!, cake, mixed fruit & seeds…) this was a new thing for me as I’m
used to travelling on bog standard Easyjet. And then, THEN! The drinks trolley
came along; I expected an option of “tea or coffee, or water?” but no! I ended
up with a double gin & tonic! I’m still WELL impressed by this, and perhaps
the altitude didn’t help as I got a little drunker than expected on that one
little drink…</span></div>
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Arriving in Morocco (Marrakech) and stepping off the plane I thought the hot
blowing hair-drier style heat was just due to the plane’s fan propeller things…
no. It was just Morocco being hot. Phew! Whoah! Not used to that at all. <br />
Taxi to the hostel was interesting, everyone over there likes to deck out their
(sicky beige colour in Marrakech, greeny blue in Essauoira) (no, I still can’t
spell the name of that last place)… coming back to the point… everyone seems to
like decorating their taxi’s in fluffy furry fabric across the dashboard,
sometimes on the seats too, and Moroccan rugs on the floors. As if the vehicles
aren’t hot enough already without extra insulation…<br />
Sometimes I think driving in England (especially the closer to London you get)
is awful, but it seems amazingly civilised compared to Morocco. Staying in lane
seems to be optional (why stay in one lane or the other, when you can just
drive down the middle?) honking seems essential, and gazillions of people on
scooters weave in and out all over the place. Add the occasional donkey into
the mix. As with Britain you get fined for not wearing a seatbelt… the
exception to this is if you’re in a taxi. From what we could tell, it was bad
manners and an insult to the taxi drivers driving if you wore a seatbelt in a
taxi! THANKFULLY no crashes were had, just lots of honking. <br />
<br />
The first place we stayed was in the Medina itself, a backpackers called “Nari
Nari”. It was down a fairly pleasant quiet (except for the normal scooters
beeping their way through) side alley. Greeted with super cold air conditioning
and some tea we settled down a little. The hostel is certainly a place for
travellers, the walls being painted in crazy colours and hats hanging from
strings in the middle of the courtyard (the majority of Moroccan houses have
courtyards, this is partly to keep the place cool but also because there is a
tax on windows facing outwards onto the street (like in the Middle Ages) and so
this is the way of letting in light.<br />
Our room was nice; double bed, air conditioning (though we didn’t figure it out
this night, not really any of the nights actually…) and an en-suite through a
fancy archway with a curtain to divide it. <br />
Never once in Morocco did I have a warm shower, always cold, and this was
always out of preference rather than lack of hot water.<br />
This first day I saw my first cockroach, funny creatures! They appear whether a
place is clean or dirty (Nari Nari seemed very clean). <br />
In the evening we ventured out into the “real world”. This time there was no
one to show us the way, and so it was a tad strange. First mission, find a
cashpoint.<br />
Easier said than done! We found various cash points but all of them out of
order, so we quickly let someone help us out. Nice of him, yes… once he
understood what we actually wanted. Having found a working one, he demanded
money!<br />
A quick tip to anyone ever wishing to travel to Morocco – people are friendly,
but don’t ever expect them to do ANYTHING for you for free (with a few exceptions,
but they are rare). We didn’t have any change, so he got off with 50d (roughly
£5) just for showing us to a cash point. On our cash point mission a beggar
came asking for money, for which we refused him. He looked at me in a very evil
way and in rather good English snarled “fuck yoooou!” and wandered off. Nice.<br />
There is plenty good to look at in Marrakech, but it’s not easy to look without
being pestered by someone or the other, wanting to show you something in order
to get money out of you. We managed to make friends with a French(?) woman (at
a cash point!) and so followed her to a café / restaurant with a roof terrace
where we could eat, drink, and watch the below happenings in peace.<br />
I had my first REAL tagine (lamb and peas…) and plenty of bottled water and
evil Coca-Cola product. I’d brought water purification tablets with me to avoid
having to always spend out on / hunt down (not that it’s hard) bottled water,
but never quite trusted them enough to use them (you hear too many watery
horror stories!). Marrakech really comes alive at night, I suppose it’s partly
because the heat in the daytime is so hot (52 degrees Celsius at times during
out stay! EEP!). </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Something I forgot
to mention is the smell… it’s pretty normal to walk along and go “mm! Spices!
That’s a good smell” and then the next second almost be knocked out by the
stink of horse piss ammonia. But I suppose it’s the same here… but we’re used
to the different smells. “Mmm, honeysuckle, EURGH! CHAVS!”. HURR HURR. Shut up,
Bex…<br />
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The next day we woke, or at least woke up a bit more as neither of us were able
to sleep much, and had our breakfast (a smell selection of breadish items, and
coffee… I don’t like coffee, as the majority of you know, but in an effort to
hydrate myself with liquid I drank it anyway). We were both very tired and very
VERY grumpy. And Arnold is the grumpiest person alive EVER when he has had not
enough sleep (I’m aware you may be reading this, Mohammed!). <br />
Finding our taxi at the end of the alley we were driven off into the Atlas
Mountains. Sitting and being driven about was a relief, I was already exhausted
by the hustle and bustle of the city. The area around Marrakech is mostly just
desert with an urban sprawl – buildings aren’t allowed to be built higher than
the mosques, which I quite like as high rise buildings are awful… but sprawl
isn’t so good either… as discussed with Arnold at some point during the
holiday, folks should have to pass a difficult test before being allowed to
parent a child! (Not just Moroccan’s, this is EVERYONE in the world!). <br />
Going back to the journey…<br />
The road wound about lots more once we got into the mountains, and I felt
amazingly trustworthy of our drivers driving. We exchanged a few words, but
most folks out there barely speak English and although Arnold can speak a
little French, it’s not super (but believe me, I was SO thankful for the little
he can speak!). <br />
<br />
Getting to our destination, a rather lovely house called “Dar Tassa” at the top
of a valley containing a remote village, a Berber chap called Mohamed greeted
us. “Ah, hello Mr William!”. Most greetings and general conversation was
directed at Will / Arnold, this was partly because he knows more French, partly
because he did all the accommodation bookings, but also partly because over there
women aren’t noticed much except for when blokes fancy ogling at them/whistling
at them/etc. Just think of all those Burkas. Women cook, clean, have babies,
look after babies, and the children, and the adults, and the old adults, and do
the shopping… everything… but men get to sit around selling their wares and
drinking mint tea. <br />
BACK TO DAR TASSA… greeted this time with a small glass of warm milk and some
dates, our room was quite simple – a double bed (VERY SOLID mattress), and air
conditioning. Much better air conditioning than the previous room (but it was
still too hot to sleep at night) (one night I even made myself a little bed on
the floor, to see if it was any cooler and such… I didn’t sleep MUCH better!). </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Our first day was
spent lazing about in the house and outside under a big brown tent thing,
looking at the rather good view down the valley and around at the mountains.
There were builders working next door, but it was nothing like British builders
– no bum cracks or rude whistles, just hard work… all done by hand! Not an
irritatingly loud machine to be seen or heard (and they were quite interesting
to watch, too). <br />
I read, and painted, and drew.<br />
Ants were running all over the place, mostly the normal little ones but also
some BIG ones who one minute would be walking about like normal (big) ants, and
then the next they would ALL put their bums in the air and sprint about like
the house was on fire! I have no idea what set this off, but it wouldn’t just
be one of them doing it – it’d be the whole lot. <br />
The next day we went out to explore the immediate area with an English (well…)
speaking guide called Mohamed. Not the Mohamed at the house, mind you, this is
another one… the majority of men in Morocco are apparently called that, the
next most popular name being Abdul. <br />
Mohamed the second was friendly, but as with everyone nothing came free and he
had to tip him (pretty heavily… 100d that first day!). He walked us down into
the orchard covered valley area, fresh peaches everywhere… mmm! And then up into
the mountains a little. <br />
The main thing I noticed about Mohamed were his teeth… most folks in Morocco do
not brush their teeth, this combined with a large dose of sugar being added to
everything (especially mint tea, which is consumed in large quantities) led to
him having green rotten teefs. Yuck yuck. On the mention of teeth, I also found
it amusing that any building marked as a dentist had an illustration of false
teeth outside it – the majority of dentists are just tooth pullers, I think. <br />
Our second full day in the mountains we got driven by a chap called… Mohamed
(the third) with Mohamed (the second) to near a place called Tinmal (or
something like that). We walked the remaining distance, the walk being roughly
2 hours long.<br />
I can walk for two hours.<br />
Easy. <br />
I can walk for more than that!<br />
But not in Morocco.<br />
I thought we had enough water with us, and as we were in a more rural area I
had my shoulders covered with a nice cool whitish top (local women never show
shoulders, it’s basically PORN) and my sandals were comfy and I had a straw
hat, so I reckoned it’d all be fine.<br />
Half way through I couldn’t breathe, and we were running low on water, and I’d
snapped the string fastening on my bag, and I was too hot, and flies kept
getting in my face, and I thought I might actually collapse and die, and I had
to keep giving myself rather emotional (in my head) pep talks to keep myself
going, and there was no shade as it was a mountain desert area, and I’m so glad
that Arnold was walking behind me as if I HAD died then I may have been eaten
alive by roaming starving donkeys. <br />
Basically, as much as it was nice to get out and do something, I didn’t enjoy
it. My language was only kept clean by the fact that we were on a sort of
little pilgrimage track to a 12<sup>th</sup> century mosque (one of the only 2
in Morocco which non-Muslim people are allowed in to). Otherwise I would have
sounded worse than Ozzy Osbourne. <br />
<br />
Upon reaching the mosque there was thunder and it started to rain – I don’t
ever in my life remember being THAT happy for rain, so I sat on the floor as a
breeze got up and grinned like a maniac. <br />
<br />
The mosque was very pretty.<br />
<br />
After the mosque we were led to a little stream/river where I promptly waded in
wearing my sandals and grinned even more. Mmm… cold wet feet (there were a few
frogs and fishes too, and a bit of rubbish – not quite National Trust
standard!!). <br />
Picnicing under a bridge like trolls we ate plenty of peaches, boiled eggs, and
other pre-pared by the house foods. <br />
Packing up the picnic, we were driven back away and past a local market. Here
we bought herbs and spices, and a chap tried to sell me some slippers and a
djbella (spelling has been forgotten – it’s a bit like a wizard robe with a
pointy hood). At local markets it doesn’t seem to matter if the colour is
right, if it fits then surely you should buy it! I managed to escape. Mohamed
the second then led us down an alley and produced some jewellery with “precious
jewels” which he and his company got out of the mines, and silver which was
hand hammered and stamped! Oh, if only I didn’t know what jewels and silver
looked like… the beads were painted clay and plastic, and the silver was
perhaps silver in colour, but the sort of metal which is so cheap it’s almost
plastic. <br />
However, he was so pushy and HAD been a great use to us that I was made to buy
some, this pissed me off a bit… but as I said, nothing is for free. I’m still
unsure what to do with the jewellery… I certainly wouldn’t wear it! Safe to
say, Mohamed the third managed to drive us away to the safety of the house
before Mohamed the second managed to get his daily expensive tip off of us. <br />
In general, Dar Tassa was lovely as no one really bothered you like they do in
Marrakech. The food was tasty tasty, Mohamed the first was a really nice host, and
we met some fellow travellers (I was glad to see that they were arguing with
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">The thing I enjoyed
most about the mountains may have been the multiple calls to prayer; these
happen from mosques all over – someone reading religious script (or something)
in Arabic down megaphones, the resulting sound usually sounding a bit like
racing cars or electric blenders, but in the mountains it was really nice!
Wouldn’t have minded living next door to it… <br />
Air temperature in mountains was slightly cooler than in Marrakech.<br />
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The next day, we were driven back to Marrakech. <br />
Four nights in a row without any decent sleep… tensions running high. Finding
the right chap to get a ticket for the bus to Essaouaira the next day was…
interesting. <br />
Again we went out into the main square for supper, though not before a stop to
have some expensive tourist-tastic ice-cream at the side (an excuse to sit
down). Three flavours for me, normal boring (but good) chocolate, and
raspberry, but then MINT… you think of mint ice-cream and you think of the
fluorescent turquoise stuff with dark brown chocolate-esque bits in it (as a
child I called this “snot and bogey” ice-cream). But no. THIS mint ice-cream
was most definitely real mint, and MOST definitely yummy.<br />
More tagine for supper (what else? Mm!). Lamb, onion, and dates.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Getting the
bus/coach the next day was relatively simple, in the end, but of course when
you’re ridiculously tired, hot, and grumpy absolutely nothing is simple. <br />
The coach (Supratours, best bus company in Morocco!) was pretty tourist filled,
not many locals, and wonderfully air conditioned. English girls next to me
wouldn’t stop talking shit, but that’s mostly expected. <br />
I read my definitely very appropriate book <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Winter
Holiday</i> by Arthur Ransome (linked to Swallows and Amazons, this one is in
the Lake District when the whole lake freezes. Nice cold thoughts…). <br />
Upon arrival in Essa I readied myself for getting out of the bus and being hit
with a wall of hot hot heat, but I was pleasantly surprised! Since it’s on the
coast there was a fresh breeze and many locals were wearing thick jackets and
fleeces.<br />
The normal stress on finding out feet occurred, and after a while of using an
internet café, searching the streets, snapping at each other, attempting and failing
to get hold of a telephone number contact we had (using both mobiles and public
phones) we collapsed into chairs at a little café in a pleasant square, called </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">La Cantina. Here,
much to our relief, were people who spoke English. In fact, they <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">were (and still are, I hope!) </i>ENGLISH! I
know you’re meant to go to other countries to experience the country for what
it is, but right then I was exceedingly happy to have something familiar.
Having lunch (it was all Mexican!!) we then asked the lady if she knew anything
about the house (it was very near by). Just by chance she did, and she knew
where the father of the chap who had the key worked – just round the corner
again! We were lead to this new café (Moroccan, run by<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Moroccan’s) and were greeted with mint
tea and friendly people (ONE English chap included…) and were told that the
chap with the key was at work, and that he’d be back in an hour and that we
could wait there.<br />
So we waited. People were very friendly, we got some free (actually free!)
pancakey things at some point, and they continued to natter to us in a broken
French/English sort of way, and Arnold tried out a traditional Moroccan
instrument which has strings made of cat guts (enough cats around, I suppose!)
and I nodded off for a little while.<br />
The hour passed, and then they recalled “Ah! He is not back yet because it is
now changed to Ramadan time, so he will be here in an hour!” ok. So we waited
for an hour longer… it wasn’t so bad… we separately wandered off to snoop about
the streets for a while, contemplated having a calamari couscous… waited…
waited… an hour passed, and he still didn’t turn up. These folks had been
calling his mobile but no luck, no answer.<br />
In the end we had waited for 5 hours and just got too fed up, so went back to
the English café and asked whether she knew any good places to stay that night
– perhaps we’d try the house again the next day (3 nights in Essa in total).
Much to our delight she knew a few, and got through to a house called “Kirstys
Place”; not long after, “Kirsty” came along. <br />
Kirsty is actually called Sammy – she took the house (and it’s business) over
from a girl called Kirsty, and is Dutch. She lives with her Moroccan boyfriend
(this is illegal, lets just hope those Moroccan officials don’t read this, eh?
If they were found then he’d go to prison for 5 years – 5 years seems to be the
time for anything in prison – and she’d get sent back home). The house was in
the suburbs outside the Medina, and had everything we needed. It was a bit like
a B&B, but you tend to find your own breakfast in the fridge and it was
otherwise just like a house share. The place was decked out in a hippy/Moroccan
way (veeeery nice) and a new edition was a small kitten called Blue. Blue had
started life as a street cat, but on her way home from the shops Sammy had
found her lying next to the road as if hit by a car, almost dead. Picking her
up, she took her home and fed her and cared for her and all that stuff and now
she is DEFINITELY alive! SOOOOO CYOOT! Playful in the mornings, and then floppy
and sleepy in the evenings. Drawings were done, and flea bites were had (I hope
it was just the one HUGE flea that Sammy managed to catch). Ohh for a kitten. <br /></span></div>
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Our time in Essa was by far the best bit of the trip; for starters it was lots
cooler and so we were actually able to sleep at night (and the bed was super
comfy), then getting into town wasn’t too far a walk (though we got lost on the
way home one day, and that lead to much grumping and me eventually hailing a
taxi) (taxi’s are piss cheap). We explored the Medina plenty, decided to stay
at Sammy’s place for all 3 nights, wandered through the fresh fish markets by
the harbour, sat out on the wall with cannons on it, bumped into the
argumentative family we met at Dar Tassa in the mountains, and bought the stuff
we’d had our eyes on (cheaper in Essa than Marrakech). Funky rug boots, a big
fat wrist bangle/bracelet and Fatima’s hand, bum bag belt thing with lots of
pockets, plus some postcards of men (with things like chickens on their heads,
covered in bells, etc etc…). <br />
<br />
-QUICK PAUSE IN MOROCCO… sorry if the writing from here on in is a tad dodgy,
I’ve just been given a glass of wine and it’s affecting my limbs already, I
haven’t had a drink since our second night in Essa) (that was… 3 weeks ago?!
Something like that). PAUSE OVER-<br />
<br />
I was pretty sad to leave Essa, knowing we’d be going back to that stressful
hot place which is Marrakech. But we got back, bartered for a taxi, and found
our hostel again. Our last night in Morocco. <br />
Supper was had at the same place as we went on our first night, my tagine of
choice this night was lamb, almonds, and prunes. Nom.<br />
Getting back to the hostel we were invited to join in with their “breakfast”
(Ramadan, the sun had set!). Sticky sweet things which I’d been eyeing up all
holiday were found to be VERY sticky, and VERY sweet, and a bit too much
really. Yoghurt was good.<br />
The next day bags were packed, heels were dragged as we had some time to kill
before 2pm where upon we’d meet our taxi to take us to the airport (the chap
who had given us a lift from the station the day before said he’d do it for a
good price). Got 1kilo of last minute dates, and finally time to go.<br />
Going along at just before 2pm we were forced into getting into a different
taxi to the one we’d ordered, but we didn’t really complain too much as it was
30d cheaper. Just as we pulled out we saw our original taxi (1616) come through
to wait for us and we felt a tad bad… but it was too late. And anyway, this one
was cheaper. As Arnold later said “I felt bad for a little while, but then I
decided that it was ok because we finally got one up on the Moroccan’s”. I
decided to blame a random spot of extreme (bum!!!) pain upon arriving in duty
free on the fact that Mr 1616 had cursed us for not going with him.<br />
On the mention of airports, I got frisked going through Gatwick AND Marrakech
airports. In Gatwick it was quite rough, the woman even going so far as to put
her hands a bit down my trousers! In Marrakech however, I could have been
frisked all day! The woman was very nice and gentle, it was more like a
pleasant stroking… those of you who know me properly will know that I’m a
sucker for being stroked (like a cat, I enjoy that sort of attention and
dislike being put in a bath/shower). <br />
The flight was really good, being put on an alternative company to BA as their
plane had died, we had loads of room, a WINDOW, and the seemingly normal food
& drink service. Sky was clear the entire was so a good view was had, it
certainly beat Google Earth, and then we got home.<br />
Home, home, home. It was good to be home.<br />
<br />
Morocco is still with me however, as the instant I got home I needed to poop…
the nasty consistency was put down to travelling, however I’ve only just got
over the last of it as I was then hit with an awful bout of the shits and
stomach cramps so bad I wanted to puke. Ahhh, Moroccan germs! Almost 2 weeks of
it… yurgh!<br />
I’m sure you wanted to know that. <br />
<br />
So that was that.<br />
And now I’m in Coverack, and then Perranporth.<br />
Life is good, though I feel fat and lazy after my days on end of lying in my
van groaning and eating plain stodgy food. <br />
<br />
Saturday 11th August.<br />I've swam in the sea every day for the past 4 days, 2 of them I even went in without my wetsuit. YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! This is the life.<br /><br />Sketches from Morocco, first half and second half.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHC7nWKNFPc0X6BReq9CECFfFRJ1R7lJPY_y6Vl0JdbGGdds_9Ny4qXJDtyBcBPqxiR936f-REiSFAFiNr6LZHrflZ9-LszdZ2FGhfIziMz4QotHhcmRcZb3S5YdYADogaMQGnHAPcmUZI/s1600/MOROCCO1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHC7nWKNFPc0X6BReq9CECFfFRJ1R7lJPY_y6Vl0JdbGGdds_9Ny4qXJDtyBcBPqxiR936f-REiSFAFiNr6LZHrflZ9-LszdZ2FGhfIziMz4QotHhcmRcZb3S5YdYADogaMQGnHAPcmUZI/s320/MOROCCO1.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0y7DoWN8nENrHsAVl6eoINlDcn2cfl9Z_Vl_jSpOzWnL0zrekkdbhdYvT7RnCf6jSRBn0JC_ZdTvLRnwnMfDP8CCbiXk4cOoAfPvPRm4D0ti12XTfrVVgSskF5E03T2PQC3U58k6CFJ_3/s1600/MOROCCO2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0y7DoWN8nENrHsAVl6eoINlDcn2cfl9Z_Vl_jSpOzWnL0zrekkdbhdYvT7RnCf6jSRBn0JC_ZdTvLRnwnMfDP8CCbiXk4cOoAfPvPRm4D0ti12XTfrVVgSskF5E03T2PQC3U58k6CFJ_3/s320/MOROCCO2.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><span><br />A couple of pieces I've recently made...<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNmhO_JrDqez0atQfCBi4hLXDJT_9mGTUk4VabN_rJKJwldL8yMA09pQ44aqwYXVTWMP1abVyPAXF2ra-YL-KRZbtGuUSXjFgmAk68ZwTgDWzlo6YuXslxyu07AtVaGRmEvYV7QsjHA7Q/s1600/chatnoir.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNmhO_JrDqez0atQfCBi4hLXDJT_9mGTUk4VabN_rJKJwldL8yMA09pQ44aqwYXVTWMP1abVyPAXF2ra-YL-KRZbtGuUSXjFgmAk68ZwTgDWzlo6YuXslxyu07AtVaGRmEvYV7QsjHA7Q/s320/chatnoir.jpg" width="240" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwHxxsJ8r_y6saJPiQIXAMUH-LEKedvTPZBsdAUCxJ3CmTCzs9509OcQeYk-41zApTpPx6bA-eUDdNxpzGKMc7xQOC-rF_W1qLyaAUaojEfYTfuQx8P493RzGby6qyJ2zzxMsT3CBv1Zl/s1600/smallpostbox.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwHxxsJ8r_y6saJPiQIXAMUH-LEKedvTPZBsdAUCxJ3CmTCzs9509OcQeYk-41zApTpPx6bA-eUDdNxpzGKMc7xQOC-rF_W1qLyaAUaojEfYTfuQx8P493RzGby6qyJ2zzxMsT3CBv1Zl/s320/smallpostbox.jpg" width="214" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">A selection of images! I hope the names of the artists show up, I've put them as "add caption" but the last lot didn't show. Have since fiddled with colours of blog, so lets hope they show now?!</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ben Aslett</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brandon Reese</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dinara Mirtalipova</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Green Ink</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Izziyana Suhaimi</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jenny Bowers</td></tr>
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<span><br /></span></div>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-90823980661143497702012-08-10T10:17:00.000-07:002012-08-11T10:19:57.876-07:00111. 'Leven. Mevern. Neven. Peven. Reven. Etc.<style>
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28<sup>th</sup> June.<br />
Having spent the last few days at Lands End YHA in thick mist, I thought I had
a pretty reasonable reason as to why I wasn’t actually leaving my van let alone
the grounds when I was not working. <br />
Today was a slight change in pattern, starting off relatively normal I helped
served breakfast to the big group of primary school kids who are currently
staying (quick note – I haven’t permanently moved to YHA Lands End, just giving
them a hand in a busy moment!), I then went on to avoid having to do any
cleaning as Chris saw the poster I had made for YHA Perranporth & wanted
one for his own. Painty painty paint, did that for a few hours… nothing much
else to do – still misty/foggy outside! What’s the point in going for a walk in
the mist? I thought, there won’t be any view… occasionally other thoughts came
in:<br />
“But there could be some cooool and hip misty photos to get…” (it seems misty
photos were in for a while, are they still?) “stop being a lazy bugger!” (story
of my life, as they say). <br />
So I didn’t get out (although I DID plan a walk along a route of Geo Caches,
maybe next time…).<br />
But then today I DID get out! Finally the sun came out and I wandered up to the
farm for 3pm or so.<br />
It’s funny how you can get into the lazy mindset of “urrrgh no, I don’t wanna
go out and do things… sitting in bed / general van is so much easier” and when
you get out you a) feel a little bad that walking (at speed up a hill) puffs
you out a little more than it should, b) you should have gone for that GeoCache
walk as you KNOW there is one by this kissing gate… but where? And c) you’re
actually really enjoying being out and the work you do is fun and easy.<br />
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What did I do at the farm?</div>
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Well, first I went and gave Horace & Popo belly rubs
(Popo at least, Horace – being the only boy pig left with balls – made a load
of I AM A GRUNT MALE PIG noises and wandered off to eat more). Then I helped
move Ebony! We had to separate her from big boars Butch (with balls) and Barney;
biiiig boy pigs with tusks still remain relatively terrifying. This is due to
her going to EXPLODE WITH LOTS OF BABY PIGGIES in a few weeks. We then went and
managed to separate one of the little girl pigs from the rest… both pig
separations were easier said than done (though not as hard as expected) and
included a lot of manoeuvring, forward planning, and plotting. It later turned
out that Ebony (big mummy big) didn’t recognise her daughter and kept trying to
attack her… so Ginger was moved back to her other siblings, and Ebony is alone
with the chickens (according to Hugh’s book on traditional pig keeping, it is
fine to keep pigs on their own if they’re soon to give birth). Then tea break.
It’s funny how at home you can feel in a place even though you haven’t been
living there for a few months… <br />
Then went on to collect eggs (I still sing the Chickadee ABBA song to them… a
hard habit to kick… not that I WANT to kick it…!), washed them etc… everything
I used to do! The sun was by then fully out so I sat outside and nattered to
American WWOOFer Bryan. It’s so different there in the summer… in the winter
sitting INDOORS to chat was cold, screw outdoors!</div>
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Noticing it was time to make supper (Bryan’s go) and me
being me ended up cooking. I like cooking for people when I get to eat it too.
Made a random veggie curry, a little potato turmeric curry (too much turmeric
by accident, thankfully houmus & natural yoghurt were at hand!) and
ginger/garlic rice. We all had this with my blackcurrant mead (from Phil for my
birthday).<br />
All in all, a nice time. Yes yes. <br />
I wonder if I’ll go back there for some of the winter.</div>
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Anyway, walking home at 9pm was glorious… of course it was
still light, and everything felt so good as I stomped through those long
grassed meadows! <br />
Why on earth do I find it so hard to get up and out!<br />
Silly Bex.<br />
SILLY!<br />
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On a more recent note, I’ve been researching what to wear in Morocco. For me it
will be all about the long skirts, and I’ll have to find some more t-shirts /
things which cover my shoulders (wonder if mum has any nice scarves in her
crazy huge collection…). <br />
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1<sup>st</sup> July. 6:38AM.<br />
<br />
CRAZY O’ CLOCK. Admittedly I haven’t really slept yet… but it’s been really
nice driving from Falmouth to Perranporth at 5:43 – 6:10am. Amazing morning
light (I really wish I’d wake up early EVERY morning! Am willing to go to bed
earlier!) and pretty much no one else on the roads (which was good, as I
haven’t actually really slept since the night before). The only problem, was
hoping to avoid hitting the billions of baby rabbits hopping about on the
roads… thankfully only nearly hit 2 (though one of them I’m not entirely sure I
DIDN’T hit… but hey, the life cycle will go on – scavengers will have it for
breakfast!). <br />
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But why on earth am I up this early?<br />
Well yesterday was lovely, having got up at relatively normal o’ clock and
Arnold having a cold (he doesn’t cope well with lurgs). After a brief trip to
Sainsburys for some evil Coca Cola product to keep him awake / alive, and some
lunch, we drove off to a little place called Rinsey which is roughly half way
between Helston & Penzance. National Trust car park YAY and after deciding
that the beach wasn’t actually there due to high Spring tides we went for a
walk. <br />
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I’ve been there not so long ago with Squidget Rarr & Alex (Geo Cache walk)
so I knew a few good little spots for lunch and such. We stopped at one and
were just looking at the old bits of mine when I noticed a black bird.<br />
“Is that a blackbird? It kinda doesn’t look like a blackbird… and far too small
for a crow… WHOAH!”.<br />
IT WAS A CHOUGH! I’ve finally seen a Chough. These are very rare Cornish birds,
though “often” seen in the Rinsey area as it’s a known ground for them. So that
was all very exciting. Arnold then said “oh, a shag” and pointed to the sea
where upon I went “OH!! DOLPHINS!” A WHOLE POD OF DOLPHINS! I’d say roughly
seven of them, but easily more. They were all arching their backs out the water
and looking super duper. Sadly I didn’t have my camera out quick enough for
either of these things, but I’ll remember them well in my mind.<br />
<br />
After lunch we continued the little walk, I found a couple of possibly Chough
feathers, and we climbed about on the big high up rocks (well, I did whilst
Arnold fretted about me falling off) (I’m a mountain goat, you know! That’s
what my parents always used to call me when we were out walking when I was
younger). </div>
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After these meanderings we upped & off’d closer to
Falmouth (Maenporth) for a swim in the sea. I did some backstroke for the first
time in forever, and it was all good. <br />
In the evening we went to Miss Peapods in Penryn for some gig, I have to admit
that I don’t reckon it was my £6 entry fee (even if I HAD remained inside for
the entirety of it, as I actually decided to stand/sit outside and watch the
estuary mud). The singers with their guitars were admittedly very nice and
talented, but no more so that the field lot or Mr Arnold, and I can
listen/watch them for free. Nice sitting by the estuary though.<br />
<br />
Getting a lift back to Fal I went to bed whilst everyone else went to the
basement to listen to records and get drunker. This was loud. So Bex did not sleep.
At all, really. So now she is tired and grumpy and back at Perranporth and
someone from this group who are checking out today has nicked her nice little
“home” parking spot so she’s on an awkward corner but hopefully won’t be
disturbed now until 9:50am when she wakes up after a few hours of sleep.</div>
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But at least she got to see the early morning light, which
was really nice.<br />
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Yes yes.</div>
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8<sup>th</sup> July.<br />
<br />
One week later… Bex is in bed again. Going to sleep again. But this time, it’s
a reasonable hour for doing so (almost 11).<br />
<br />
The past week has mostly been filled with dealing with a group of 25 15-16 year
olds filling the hostel; a post-GCSE group. No parents, no teachers, just them.<br />
Right from the start I decided there was no point telling them to keep single
sex rooms… it’s not as if bed jumping wouldn’t happen! <br />
But thankfully they’re now all gone. Admittedly they weren’t totally awful,
they were just loud, ridiculously messy (6 hour clear up!), and relatively
irritating in part… but I shan’t go in to any of that too much as I did enough
ranting on Farcebook at the time of the happenings.</div>
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To pick things up at the end of the day, I got to drive to Falmouth and have a
lovely evening in The Field with Dan, Dave, and Lisa – I cooked a butternut
squash risotto and we all sat in Dan’s slowly improving caravan to natter and
whatnot. It’s always enjoyably “hanging” with that lot; a wonderful lack of
modern day objects (lighting being the stub of a candle in a Dan-forged curly
candlestick, and one of the main sources of entertainment being a book on
mammals, gifted from Dan to Dave (anyone else ever heard of “badger-like-dog”
or was it “dog-like-badger”? Safe to say I had a dream of many (very cute)
little fluffy creatures that night.</div>
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Waking up the next morning (Arnold’s bed, having driven the
daaaark, daaark lanes from The Field to Fal) we set upon chasing a rabbit round
his garden – it recently escaped it’s pen next door and decided to eat all
Will’s peas and beans (and the rest), thus being a huge source of irritation. I
reckon we should shoot it, the neighbours don’t seem too fussed about getting
it back and it’s impossible to catch by hand. Plus it’d be like some sort of
payment for all the vegetables it’s eaten (and I reckon it’d taste good, big
rabbit with not too much exercise!). Non-vegetarian Phil(lipa) apparently very
much does not agree with this plan. Supposedly vegetarian Luke seems fine with
the shooting of the rabbit.<br />
Anyone got an air rifle?</div>
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The rest of Saturday was relatively un-eventful, running a
couple of little errands in Fal, finding Mr William L. Arnold a straw hat
(easier said than done for someone with a huge head, and a small wallet – who
ever knew straw hats could go up to such ridiculous prices? He is now however
equipped with suitable headwear for Morocco). </div>
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Come the evening, and the ending of having to pay for the
car park at Maenporth beach, we drove down and went for our weekly swim. The
sea seemed colder than usual and so I didn’t do any of my usual duck diving
antics as to keep my head slightly dry. This lead to practising head up front
crawl (I’m getting pretty good! Maybe one day I’ll get back up to racing
standard…). Will is getting much much better, he certainly kept swimming more
than I did (me being a lazy one, keeps stopping). <br />
After swimming, fuelled on toffees, we drove off to the Forge to see if Dan
& Lisa & Dave were there – Lisa has been forging a big church screen
thing, I haven’t seen it… so I went to snoop. But we were too late. Nice little
explore though, sadly one route to the quarry pool was well and truly flooded
(even the board walk had floated off) and the other route was too overgrown to
walk whilst wearing thing trousers & sandals. Good to be stomping about
outdoors though on a reasonably pleasant evening.</div>
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Life is still good.<br />
This evening after shift ended I decided to try something out of the norm and
climb up the hill behind the hostel to find mobile signal. I found some! So
with a fresh mug of Yogi “Sweet Chilli” tea, sweetened with honey, I called
Imy.<br />
But she was doing a bit of sleeping.<br />
I then looked through my ever shortening list of phone contacts and wondered
who I could call to have a good natter to. I suppose it’s my own fault that I
don’t really talk to anyone anymore! Everyone I called had their phones off (or
perhaps they’ve just changed phone numbers and I don’t know?) until thankfully
Golant Rachel rung back. Ahhh yes… YHA gossip… talking shop, some folks call
it. I like it. <br />
So we had a good little talk about the ways of the YHA.<br />
On the mention of which, I read the book “Black Sail” by ex-warden Steven (Sol)
Freeman. I don’t reckon anyone who doesn’t work for the YHA would enjoy it, for
it wasn’t much really apart from him commenting on his every day life at YHA
Blacksail in the Lake District… but us insiders, we know! Some bits were pretty
rude, but they seemed like good honest thoughts and so why bother censoring. <br />
I guess this blog is slightly like what he did with his book.</div>
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I wonder if I know anyone who knows him, it sounds like he
thought of applying for the manager / warden job here at Perranporth some years
back.</div>
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I should sleep soon. Or read some of Arthur Ransome’s
“Winter Holiday” then sleep. Reading before snoring is good.</div>
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Where is this supposed severe weather? This weekend was
meant to be full of it down here in Cornwall, but if I’m to be honest we’ve had
more sunshine than we have in a few weeks! I shan’t complain though.<br />
<br />
Sitting on the toilet-just-inside-the-front-door earlier, I watched a little
centipede trying to walk up a sloped piece of floor before deciding it wasn’t
possible and reversing out of the situation. I watched it walk forwards and
backwards for a while, amused by it’s back going abilities. I wondered if it
knew it was right next to the nest of a frisky little spider (if the spider
didn’t decide to leave the hostel when the noisy teenagers were in). </div>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-23312615784601420642012-06-21T13:37:00.000-07:002012-06-21T13:37:44.072-07:00110. It scares me whenTHIS POST, is dedicated to the Falmouth uni Illustration BA hons graduates of 2012.<br />As in, the folks who are taking over my potential jobs, ha!<br /><br />Having gone along to the opening night for their graduate show (that was a few nights ago now...) I was actually relatively terrified as it all looked so good! Perhaps this is because it was / is, or then again maybe it was because I didn't know any of the people (with the exception of two) and so I had no previous emotions attached to pieces. <br />But yes, quite scary.<br /><br />Anyhow, I've since looked through all the portfolios on the <a href="http://www.theagencyfalmouth.com/" target="_blank">Falmouth agency</a> website and have since become less scared, noticing that some of the things aren't actually as good as I remembered I've gone through it all and found that really, the following folks are the ones who inspire me the most:<br /><br /><br />
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<br />William Grill. I've shown his work before, and although his Agency portfolio doesn't 100% impress me (a little all over the place, but most fresh grads are!!) he's still SUPER.<br /><br /><br />
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<br />Elena Boils. What funny little creatures... definately appeals to the ye olde wolde style in me.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnVx2SP5DOXIqqACwraEcNbCBUa5XHIS5hKT5PQMvOPvgIo4RBGcIuAa9yfMEmYNVCoQ8J8Xbw26hrSfcjLL8PuObTbLmpK9WALP1G1EOepzOe-76TVUoY3Yc_kw3ImnQtpHUrxx5-7A4/s1600/harry+tennant" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnVx2SP5DOXIqqACwraEcNbCBUa5XHIS5hKT5PQMvOPvgIo4RBGcIuAa9yfMEmYNVCoQ8J8Xbw26hrSfcjLL8PuObTbLmpK9WALP1G1EOepzOe-76TVUoY3Yc_kw3ImnQtpHUrxx5-7A4/s320/harry+tennant" width="226" /></a><br />Harry Tennant. Vintage, printed, blocky but textured... ayeeee.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAxe6Gx-DD9X47qIK1BBXVkAfM6hv-ZlSgB0nggBmDIfsR61WSie7jhsFhiWQSYMaAaz1g-sjzijBlNqqTcj2IlkMYqlcPua5fGbL1xzl5zN0GFRTjNlmY8kufSFG8pto9QSwqP-Huq8Z/s1600/josh+hurley" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAxe6Gx-DD9X47qIK1BBXVkAfM6hv-ZlSgB0nggBmDIfsR61WSie7jhsFhiWQSYMaAaz1g-sjzijBlNqqTcj2IlkMYqlcPua5fGbL1xzl5zN0GFRTjNlmY8kufSFG8pto9QSwqP-Huq8Z/s320/josh+hurley" width="229" /></a><br />Josh Hurley. Once again, his portfolio is all over the place but this piece definately caught my eye... I hope it's not just due to the giant craze for woodland creatures at the moment!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCxJdGQl_HCKYeZMaECFDzTvHuXOOkHDEsQA-JEfY2isNO4O6ctZi6DM2ZnlUJs44hy-CYtOaVjAKniXp_Nxi0MOhvEHLYUSXS7RmeWKG6KANS1Tr8NrY0uTLqKjyfSfLDBfvRmXnPSXO/s1600/sam+kerwin" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCxJdGQl_HCKYeZMaECFDzTvHuXOOkHDEsQA-JEfY2isNO4O6ctZi6DM2ZnlUJs44hy-CYtOaVjAKniXp_Nxi0MOhvEHLYUSXS7RmeWKG6KANS1Tr8NrY0uTLqKjyfSfLDBfvRmXnPSXO/s320/sam+kerwin" width="320" /></a><br />Sam Kerwin. The stuff on this portfolio page is an interesting mix of experimental styles... mostly all bold and bright, appeals!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNbjHZ4PXfm5uzAl9512NAJcFQPLiFr6hDil64YKGiThVKUvmI03Ttq-WHmRAW5Qg1BZu4BqoNpFlgYx76e1GbmJM6j5yZD6qB16EsbZvYpnnMpbv_EzYveSzRzJjq2PAwRXjwao5O6Tr/s1600/simon+w+boult" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNbjHZ4PXfm5uzAl9512NAJcFQPLiFr6hDil64YKGiThVKUvmI03Ttq-WHmRAW5Qg1BZu4BqoNpFlgYx76e1GbmJM6j5yZD6qB16EsbZvYpnnMpbv_EzYveSzRzJjq2PAwRXjwao5O6Tr/s320/simon+w+boult" width="320" /></a><br />Simon W Boult. More experimental looking stuff, this piece (for something on Freud) tickled my fancy the most, I'd like to do more "butterfly printed" stuff. Yes.<br />Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-24156163240065113352012-06-14T04:05:00.002-07:002012-06-14T04:06:33.604-07:00109. One envelope at a time.<style>
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Hello… I feel tired, which tends to mean that I should
sleep, but instead I fancy writing this.<br />
26<sup>th</sup> May 2012, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN! Hopefully our field picnic or
whatever we do tomorrow won’t be spoiled by rain… not that I should be
complaining about rain, since the past few days have been gawwwjus! But now,
right this second, it is raining (I can hear it on the van roof, I like it now
that I’ve learnt to sleep through it!).</div>
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Today was a very very windy day, along with the sunshine.
Arnold & I decided that we probably SHOULD do something in my hours in the
middle of the day off, and although the initial plan was to head even more
northerly to Treyarnon Bay to say a quick hello to Nick we decided instead to
go south (still remaining on the north coast mind!) and off to Chapel Porth.</div>
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I’ve always liked that area, the St Agnes – Chapel Porth
sort of area… it’s still definitely north coast, rugged and all, but it has the
greenness and small beachness of
the south coast (plus lots of things of interest on the cliffs such as mines).
First stop being the little café (they have amazing dark chocolate icecream
there) we meandered down the beach to find a rock out of the wind to perch on –
the combination of wind, melty ice-cream, and long flicky hair is not a good
one. Nom nom nom, ice-cream ice-cream and then just watching the world, mostly
one of little kids in tiny wetsuits and their parents, as well as some
amazingly talented young boys on surfboards! If I EVER have a small beast I’m
going to make sure it learns something like surfing or banjo from a young age,
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The main discussion on the rock was that Will needs a
wetsuit, however it has to be as plain black as possible and he won’t wear it
unless I sew tweed elbow patches on. We’ll see!<br />
Eventually tiring of the rock I found some more sensible shoes (any shoes these
past few days is quite a big thing, much to Arnold’s seeming disgust I have
been going round shoe-less! I reckon he thinks I’ll become too much of a dirty
smelly rock hugging hippy for him… I did read the other day that going round
with bare feet is good for you as the earth holds a large amount of electrons,
and if these go directly into your body (via feet) then you feel super duper!)
(HIPPY SHIT YAAAY!) haha). Up the cliff to the left of the beach we climbed, it
was certainly worth it as the view from the top was laaavly… you could see how
clear the sea was (not that you couldn’t before), almost Mediterranean looking.
We had a quick pootle about, being constantly buffeted by the wind (I got my
scarf out and pretended it was a sail, pretty satisfying really) and we found a
SLOWWORM!! Will tried to pick it up (carefully) but it slipped away. Exciting
though… can’t remember the last time I saw one. We also saw a large bird of
pray jumping about on a patch of ground, but couldn’t work out exactly what it
was. Quite big but not so as a buzzard, red-brown in colour across it’s back.</div>
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When we decided to leave, it was back home here to
Perranporth to make smoky bacon, sweet chilli sausage, rocket salad, and plum
tomato fresh white poppy seeded bread with a moistening of brown sauce &
mayo (not mixed!). NOM. Yes yes. I’m loving my “luxury” sandwiches lately.</div>
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Yesterday was good and sunny too, after doing the normal
cleaning of the hostel routine I squished myself back into the winter wetsuit
(pretty sure it’s almost time for summer suit!), borrowed Phil’s flippers (big
black snorkelling ones) and skipped off down the cliff, this time managing not
to fall on my arse. After the struggle of doing up the top of the zip (no lace
to help, again… another reason to go summer suiting) I finally plopped in to
the beautiful clear cold water. Annoyingly there was a bit of a current so I
swam off towards the beach to an area of less currentyness (and lifeguards… and
irritating amounts of other people). Got some good rides in on my belly,
amusingly beating everyone on body boards (except for an older woman who seemed
pretty well board trained), and got some funny looks as when I wasn’t lying
face down in the water zooming forwards, I was walking backwards deeper and
deeper. Backwards? Flippers! <br />
When not in the sea the rest of the day was taken up with sitting on the cliff
base rocks and watching surfers, sunbathing on a hostel bench, eating chicken
korma made from scratch, and watching the sun go down with the majority of the
hostel guests. Right at the end of the day I lay in bed with my side door open,
watching the red sky with it’s crescent moon, and listening to the silence of
the warm calm night. It’s good. Better than good! A lot better. </div>
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Anyhoo, time to sleep now…</div>
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Today is 14<sup>th</sup> June… really doesn’t feel like June
though! I’m back to wearing a jumper and hiding in Phil’s room against the
current howling gale outside… it seems that summer is always going to be like
this now, so perhaps folks (myself included!) should stop being surprised at
it. Harrumpf! Maybe I’d be a little less huffy if the one sunny day this week I
hadn’t just sat inside painting all day…<br />
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Shit me, it’s almost been a month since the last update… well, sort of almost…
not really I suppose… but time has flown nonetheless. </div>
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This time in a month I’ll be on a train off to Reigate, then
tomorrow on a plane to Morocco! Exciting stuff, at least it won’t be crazy
windy & rainy THERE! (Touch wood!). <br />
Have also booked a little week long holiday for Imy and I to Amsterdam in
November, current thoughts are “what do we do for a week? I wonder if THAT law
has come in yet… it had better not rain too much, I want to draw lovely
architecture!”.</div>
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Royal Cornwall Show happened last Saturday, it was good
although wasn’t the same as the previous two years… sadly the crazy winds had
pretty much blown away the MASSIVE sheep tent, so all the sheep had been
evacuated… this saddened me as sheep tend to be one of my favourite parts of
the show. But it’s ok, Arnold & I “snuck” in with tickets supplied by the
blacksmiths, met up with my cousin Liz & her bloke, and stroked lots of
bulls (well, I did… still trying to get over my slight fear of LARGE ANIMALS)
(they all have big jaws! And strong legs!). <br />
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Hoping to hear from agents soon… I sent out some nice pretty little packages to
a few, have e-mailed SHEDLOADS of magazines in search for freelance work, and
no replies yet… sadface. I’ll have to bombard even more agents by e-mail, I’m
guessing. BOMBARD BOMBARD BOMBARD. </div>
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Here, have some pretty pictures wot I've done... not all of them, but some. Check my <a href="http://society6.com/capn_bex" target="_blank">Society6 </a>account for a more up to date update.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday card for Phil (the manager). It's fun drawing the same sort of thing over & over again...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr William Arnold... Theres something not right about it though. Harrumpf.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Squidget... I was just playing around, experimentin' and such!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old tractors from the Royal Cornwall Show. Hurrah!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday card for Dan O'Shea (he has a new album out, sadly not available to buy on the interwebs!)<br />
"There was once a young girl from Norway, she hung upsdie down from the doorway, this turned out quite well, coz when you rung her bell, it actually turned out to be foreplay!"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andy Kehoe, nice and spooky (but cute) fairytale style.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benjamin Evans. Just liked it, mostly. Patchwork style photographs... yes yes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cody Cobb. Block colour photograph stylee. Yum.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David Lupton. The rest of his stuff is relatively creepy. This is good.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elisa Carareto. Simply and spotty, seriously lairy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ghostpatrol studio. Lots of little people... super characters.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ghostpatrol studio (again). Folky. Love it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gracia Lam. Ohh, a different look on things!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Liam Stevens. Whether it's a sketch of a real thing I don't card, I just like the nice empty space at the top (plus I've been doing a couple of skies & suns/moons like this recently on posters... hurr hurr).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Naomi Wilkinson. Mermaids. Boobs. No, I like it (she's got good hench arms).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebekka Seale. I've enjoyed her work before, but having found her blog & website I'm enjoying it even more!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steve Antony. Reminds me of decorating Silje's parents Christmas tree & putting little Nisse EVERYWHERE.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brooks Shane Salzwedel. Funny name, good image (using tracing paper? I cannae tell!).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cody Cobb again. It almost looks slightly computer animated... but it's wonderful...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hope Gangloff. This indulges my love for Egon Schiele's work.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Landland. LOOK AT THOSE COLOURS AND PATTERNS. So much of their work is super good.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Found this on Mexican Firework's Tumblr... I couldn't work out if they created it or someone else... nice negative space, nice trees. Yes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Found via Forestheartblog's Tumblr. Again... failed to find original link. I'd love to do tapestry.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Found via Forestheartblog's Tumblr also... salt air in my hair... can't go far wrong.</td></tr>
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Bye now... might go for a van nap.</div>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-50605844718810588062012-05-05T05:19:00.004-07:002012-05-05T05:20:04.610-07:00108. Brazil nut in a date<div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sb4CHWaSHpTx0HHmSWfjSgY2LJI1ztElbTtYDDVUNfYpnKl9ijKj3o0kFvCnzFBHVP1b0kosbXAaHUK8BsEgY1Ri6M6WUyJ4c-4cAIcN7ycUImHKmlibMrG4Jlsl9uJu3i0Etg8xuh6c/s1600/6a00d83514b02453ef01676530bdff970b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: small;">(It tastes a bit like chocolate)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Hello, bonjour…<br /><br />
All is change!</span>
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Well, I say all…<br />
A few things are change!<br /><br />
Such as, I think I’m going to get a haircut (ground breaking news, I know…
don’t worry, I don’t think I can bare to lose more than a couple of inches).</span>
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More excitingly, the season – summer is definitely appearing slowly, the
evenings are noticeably lighter and brighter, and Hector isn’t so deathly cold
to sleep in. <br />
Many evenings up here on the cliff I’ve suddenly noticed the bright orangey
pink light poking it’s head in through the common room / everything room window,
and then sprinted towards said window or outside to the back of the hostel to
stare at the sea. What wonderful sunsets! I wish I could record every single
one of them, re-watch them over and over again with “loved ones” around me and
gape in awe. Instead, I shall take photographical evidence of some and then
return to my work – not forgetting to sprint about and tell all the guests that
they should all head outside and watch the sun go down over the sea (with the
temptation of “you might even see dolphins!”). I wonder if I’ll ever get used
to these sunsets… I don’t think Phil has yet, he’s been working here 8 years
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<span style="font-size: small;">Another place I watched the sun disappear recently was
Lizard Point; I looked after the hostel there for a few nights and the weather
was gorgeous! It was certainly time to whip out the shorts for the year (I did,
and now welcome back SHORTS TAN). In the evening there I would grab camera and
sprint out down from the hostel to the actual point itself (it’s not far, I’m
not overly athletic really…). If you’ve never visited, you should – I’d
certainly man the hostel again, especially since it means I get full use of the
staff flat (double bed, bathroom with shower AND bath! Kitchen area, sofa… more
than the back of a van for sure). </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Other things seem to have changed… back. I’m relatively
excited about this, sad in other ways – for people who may be saddened – but I
think excitement is good. But I shan’t go into this any more than this. <br /><br />
This past week or two I’ve been invaded by the Norweg’s again, they came down
mostly for the annual Aberfest (this year it was stationed in Falmouth &
surrounding areas, last year Brittany). Adventures were had, and we sung and
danced until our throats required a bit more cider tipped down them, and our
feet ached the mornings afterwards. </span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
It was great to see so many people walking around wearing t-shirts with my
design on, so hard not to leap on anyone I saw going “I DESIGNED YOUR T-SHIRT!
ME!!” Instead I wandered around grinning to myself. <br />
Annoyingly the weather wasn’t as baking as last year, but still – there’s
always next year!<br />
Lesson of the week: do not stuff a chicken drum stick and a chocolate cookie
into your mouth right before the Breton’s arrive – they WILL kiss you on both
cheeks, and you WILL feel like a pig. To avoid this, you should find the free
food table at an earlier stage in the night. It was nice to see Mo again,
though fellow Europeans Nele and Jaco were missed. <br />
Some memorable events of the festival:<br />
-Driving with Molly and Dan to the first night at Threemilestone, all three of
us singing along to Spice Girls (Dan doing the best job, I reckon).<br />
-Dancing with the band (Falmouth Fish) and other super folk side stage to
Pentorr playing on the stage. Macarena, some version of the can-can, and head
banging (!) amongst other weird and wonderful dances. I feel the dancing was
made better by the fact that the space we had to do it in was so small, and
there was at least 10 of us…<br />
-Somehow almost managing to master some folk/Breton/Cornish dancing… I tried to
draw diagrams of one of them, however got confused doing even that…<br />
-Watching Dan playing with small French speaking children, traffic cones make
excellent hats / trumpets / ice-cream cones for little folk. I hope he has at
least 1 little Dan one day.<br />
-Standing squashed in the crowd around the tiny stage in Chain Locker, trying
to draw the people on stage but giving up due to the music being SO GOOD. Faces
weren’t bad either, *pervert grin*.<br />
-Everyone exiting Chain Locker to watch the big Bryl (mackerel god of
Cornwall?) be thrown “dead” into the harbour. “Mackerel, my lovely mackerel,
you make me happy, when skies are grey…” and so on. Outsiders must have been
exceedingly confused, but us insiders? Na, well… no more than usual!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Oh why did it have to go so quickly?<br /><br />
Something I need to pursue further – geo caching.</span>
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It was never so fun doing it with Scouts, but with a small select group it’s
super fun! Have found places I didn’t know existed, I may have to purchase a device
that can help me with this new found game… (I even had thoughts to buy a new
phone with the correct technology, but that would just be silly. I like my
little dinosaur!).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">HI AGAIN, this time, from a different cliff!<br />
This cliff is just west along the coast from Tintagel (I’m in the Tintagel YHA,
to be precise). Yet another view over the sea, and yet more surrounded by
nature…<br />
I quite enjoy this job at the moment, based at Perranporth YHA but sometimes
“hired” out to other hostels (mostly Lands End, Lizard, and Coverack). As with
working at the Lizard one I am the only person running the hostel itself, but
that is barely a hard job – checking in a few people and cleaning it to make it
respectable. The rest of the job? Staring out at the sea, reading a book, and
painting! Not to forget nattering to the “inmates” (2 Swiss girls at the
moment, and just had an older German walker woman in who asked for a mug of
warm water… she was most bizarre. Complained (in the nicest way possible) about
how bad the water tastes in Cornwall (it’s true, it doesn’t exactly taste
great) and then pretty much forced 15p into my hand for letting her have the
drink of warm water. Strange. Strange! But I like it.<br /><br />
I’ve driven a relatively long way to get here today, all the way from Carn Euny
(an old iron age fort situated somewhere between St Just & Penzance). Am
not so used to driving such a distance, especially not when I have snot
constantly dribbling out of my face. It was a good time had there, though.</span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Yesterday I picked up Arnold from Falmouth and met Martin & Sophie, drove
to St Just, went to a BBQ in the rain, then to Ben’s home (next to Carn Euny –
literally! It’s pretty much his garden! Amazing little place down some of the
best green grass Cornish country lanes / tracks you could ask for. Some folks
hate driving those lanes, but I don’t like the big roads… I suppose it’s
similar to my dislike of big built up areas…). At Ben’s we drank, nibbled, and
played the Game of Thrones board game… this was fun enough, however the box says
it takes 2-4 hours to play. No. Not with these chaps. Sorry if you’re reading
this you lovely manly sorts, however you were dithering and dathering far too
much! It’d be much nicer and less boring to play if it was faster paced. I
reckon Sophie agrees (and it turns out the chaps have decided that they should
NEVER play board games with girls again). <br />
Waking up this morning, the weather was gawwjus! Perhaps a little too fresh
(due to the pissing down with rain the day before) but good non the less. Boiled
eggs & soldiers for breakfast in the sun, before exploring the garden (poly
tunnel and all!). Time was spent peering into the pond at newts and tadpoles
and nymphs).<br /><br />
But yes, now I am here at Tintagel. Tomorrow perhaps I’ll wander into the town
to acquire some food as all I have to survive on are 3 bananas, some chocolate,
and some throat sweets – didn’t have time to dash past Perranporth to pick up
already existing supplies from there.</span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
The girl who greeted me here (support manager or something, the more official
version of me really! Working where work is needed in the South West YHA zone)
was nice, we had a good gossip about the SW YHA’s (always fun) and it turns out
that she, like me, has no real permanent address. We’re both tramps, of a sort!
Though she is the sort of tramp who likes to wear nice girly dresses, cowboy
boots, and fur coats where as I prefer tucking my green stripy trousers into my
lairy orange/pink socks and shoving them into my “hippy clogs”, throwing on the
normal green dress over this all. <br />
Ahh… it’s good to have an actual room of my own to live in… though not as big
and spacious as the staff accommodation at Lizard, I prefer this – I have my
one room with tiny kitchen area, table (A DESK! A DESK!! This is really
exciting you know), chairs (including a comfy soft one), bunk bed, sink, and
chest of drawers. And a radiator which I have on low, so I can dry my hankie in
between uses (yes, minging, disgusting, etc… but the amount I’m currently
blowing my nose – NECESSARY!!). <br />
Ahh! I like this space. It even has windows looking out to sea.<br />
Why are the German girls making seal noises?<br /><br />
Being hungry for a slightly elongated period of time is most odd… due to my
lack of food (supplies mentioned above) I got hungrier and hungrier. To some
folks the limited food choice would be fine… after all, none of the things are
boring or disgusting, however I do enjoy a variety! After a breakfast of a
banana, a sweet biscuit, and a small chunk of chocolate I peered into the
fridge and spied a huge pork pie and a mostly unfinished carrot cake. Pork pie!
Carrot cake! Ohh, 2 foods I find totally scrummy! I prayed that they belonged
to the two Swiss girls who had previously left, but was later saddened to find
that they in fact belonged to the German hitchhiking girl… and she took them
with her. I managed to hunt down a left behind pack of Thai rice noodles and
ate a tiny bowl of them plain. </span>
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Definitely not enough food.<br />
The decision was made that I had to wander along the cliff top into Tintagel
itself, although I wasn’t terribly in favour of this decision due to my current
icky snotty cold it was preferable over being a lazy shit and driving Hector
over the millions of huge potholes on the track down.<br />
Not a bad walk, rather pleasant really! It surprised me how silent the sea was
– at Perranporth you’re always fully aware how close the big blue is, but here
it patiently paws at the cliff bottom rather than gnaws and slaps at it. I wish
I had enjoyed the walk more, however I felt so shoddy that I was doing the head
down lope, almost zombie style. Coming to a wooden style I noticed a big fat
pheasant, though he didn’t notice me; sadly I didn’t have any form of shooting
device with me (not that I own one), and plus it’s out of season… and the
National Trust may have killed me, also. So instead I shot him with my camera,
closer and closer until he eventually decided to stop trusting me and flew away
down into the valley. <br />
Reaching the path at the bottom I was surrounded by the normal flow of tourists
towards the castle, many of them complaining of the hill (me storming off past
them, on a mission!). Reaching top I ignored the fact I was actually panting a
bit and stomped off along, deciding upon a whim to make use of my National
Trust membership and go have a look about The Old Post Office (ignoring my, by
this point, ever grumbling stomach). <br /><br />
Flashing my flimsy card I wandered in with sketchbook and pencil in hand,
drawing bits and bobs here and there and generally taking five times longer to
look about the place than any other visitors. Most conversations I overheard
had something to say about the state of their knees and how they couldn’t make
it up or down the stairs in the building (steeper and more uneven than most
modern stairs it’s true, but surely back in the day middle age and even old age
folks walked up and down them? People are in some ways getting less hardy. In a
LOT of ways… says she… who could have easily satisfied her stomach by the
slightly lengthy task of catching that pheasant but instead chose the easier
task of going to the shop… next time, pheasant! Watch out!</span>
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The property is interesting enough, it’s just an old house really… seems the
post office part of it seems to have been turned into a shop. Originally built
somewhere around Medieval times it has over time morphed into something
slightly different to the initial thatched roof (not certain about the roof
fact, but it’s likely). The most appealing part of the whole thing is
definitely how it looks from the outside, all higgledy-piggledy with a wavy
spine to the roof and windows at all different levels. I certainly wouldn’t
mind living there with a few little modern updates (one being sealing the gaps
round the windows!).<br />
The fact which tickled my fancy the most would be the, well… I guess it’d be sort
of like a female dormitory.<br />
It was a small room just off of one of the bedrooms which was only accessible
by a small steep slate ladder – this was to supposedly keep men out of the
“shelf room” and away from the women and girls. This was not an uncommon thing
to happen in houses, and is how older unmarried ladies were “left on the shelf”
as they say.<br /><br />
By now I was starting to feel rather waif like (impossible for me in reality,
perhaps… but I certainly felt it!) so I finally left the building and shuffled
up the road to the little Spar shop.</span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
FOOD.<br />
Having previously told myself not to hunger buy (similar to hangover buying –
where you buy only things that you want, generally things of a less healthy
nature) I managed to buy a lot of tinned goods, a cucumber, fruit juice, butter
(salted! Mmm), and CRUMPETS. Annoyingly these things put together weigh a fair
load (unsurprising, really) but I pretty much sprinted back down the hill then
up the other side again with some sort of energy which only appeared possibly
due to the now in sight reality of eating. <br /><br />
Getting back onto the coast path I slowed down, the warmth from the sun
reflecting off of the ground was nice… so comfy… it’d be so nice right now to
find a little patch of heather and curl up on it, have a nap… no. Must carry
on. I pondered upon the thought of sleeping on the ground, wondering if it was
my body telling me that I was actually dying of hunger and that if I was to die
I should at least do it some place with a good view. </span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Getting back to the hostel, after saying hello (the greetings coming out in
strange dry squeaks) to passing walkers, I collapsed into my room and managed
to cook myself a tin of (urgh) tinned Macaroni cheese. I should have learnt by
now that this stuff is actually really rather disgusting, but somewhat
addictive at the same time. But it seemed like a good idea in the shop (so
perhaps I failed a little on the hunger buying issue).<br />
Eating was followed by curling up in bed and dying (in the sleeping sort of
way) for a while before some early newcomers arrived and I took pity on them
and let them in.<br />
Supper was 2 crumpets with the normal bucket load of butter, diluted (to
balance out my dehydration caused by epic snotting) juice, and a Bounty bar
which I was able to purchase with the change from one of the new Swiss guests
(she refused to let me give her it, so I decided to cheer my stomach up). <br /><br />
So that was today.</span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
Probably not really very interesting, but I liked how much more I felt “in
touch with nature” when I felt like I was dying of starvation.<br />
Please never let me be reincarnated into a person in a famine threaded third
world country. I’d be so terrible at it.<br /><br />
The hostel feels very old fashioned tonight, females in their dorm one end of
the building and males at the other end… right now has started up a chap
playing the recorder / whistle in the living area / common room. Now… will they
all help me with the chores before they check out tomorrow? Wouldn’t that be
nice…</span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
Guess what? I haven’t worn ANY underwear for a whole 2 days now… it’s rather
liberating.</span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />
Ahh… there is not anything much better (well…) than sitting in a comfy chair,
eating crumpets (the more expensive, fluffy sort…) absolutely smothered in
salted butter (again, the more expensive, creamy sort…) with ones eyes shut (to
make sure all senses are diverted to the tasting of the deliciousness). To make
things better, I’m watching “Bright Star” (again) – a film about Keats, full of
lovely girly romance. When I get older I’ll be great at being a reclining
fogey.</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">23<sup>rd</sup> April. Butter cooked popcorn drizzled with
golden syrup. Yes.<br /><br />
5</span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><sup>th</sup> May. Sat in Arnold’s room watching him pack up the remainder of
his belongings. This room certainly looks odd with nothing in it (big damp
patch on the wall). “Haha, you have a tit on your head… GET IN THE BACK OF THE
VAN… ohh Mr Happy Tape, don’t need you anymore…” that was a quick sample of
what he has just been saying.<br /><br />
This early afternoon I’ve been researching myself online, seeing where I can
find myself. Here are some of the more arty farty related results:</span>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bexbourne.co.uk/">http://www.bexbourne.co.uk/</a></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"> - my official website! As per usual
needs updating…<br /><br /><a href="http://www.relegacy.co.uk/bex.html">http://www.relegacy.co.uk/bex.html</a></span>
<span style="font-size: small;">
- I’m up in this gallery in Plymouth.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ameliasmagazine.com/tag/bex-bourne/">http://www.ameliasmagazine.com/tag/bex-bourne/</a></span>
<span style="font-size: small;">
- an (online?) magazine noticed me at New Designers last year.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/capn_bex/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/capn_bex/</a></span>
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- not updated overly recently Flickr page…<br /><br /><a href="http://society6.com/capn_bex">http://society6.com/capn_bex</a></span>
<span style="font-size: small;"> - my
most updated area, Society6.<br /><br /><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/22449536">http://weheartit.com/entry/22449536</a></span>
<span style="font-size: small;">
- someone likes me on this copy of Pinterest!<br /><br /><a href="http://pinterest.com/sunni_smith/my-life-my-lover-my-lady-is-the-sea/">http://pinterest.com/sunni_smith/my-life-my-lover-my-lady-is-the-sea/</a></span>
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- mentioned on Pinterest, too… exciting stuff…<br /><br />
Oh wasn’t that exciting.</span>
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Now, some bits of other peoples work…</span>
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Found this via a friend, but couldn't find where it was originally from! :(<br />
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Tobias Tovera, nice tide lines!<br />
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Leah Flores via Society6<br />
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Petter Almgren, gotta love a bit overkill sun.<br />
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Lan Truong, simple.<br />
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Dadu Shin fashion illustration.<br />
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Little tiny elbow / general fixing patches!<br />
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This sounds like a wonderful event, I follow the blog of Rima Staines... perhaps I'll go...</div>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-16264487046416685582012-03-11T14:30:00.007-07:002012-03-11T15:21:17.344-07:00107. Had fish and lemonHello! Hello!<br /><p class="MsoNormal">I’m here again! So soon? Yes, so soon!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br />Once again I’m in my van up on my cliff (“my” cliff, haha), and the wind is blowing and so my bed is shaking. I’m not so sure that it’s much of a relaxing sway, it’s more of a frantic sporadic rocking… if I got sea sick, now would be the time (it’s not so bad). There is barely a cloud in the sky and the moon is bright, it’s full moon soon… ow ow owwww! (that’s a wolf noise, for those of you who hadn’t already guessed) (don’t think we get wolves round here… can you get were-maids? Hairy fanged mermaids? Now that’d be WEIRD). I love how light it always is here at night – not light in an orange light pollution way, despite the fact I live on the edge of a town, but light in a bright moon whatever period it’s in. The moon and stars always shine so bright, and you can always look down at the sea and see the white horses skipping about (currently due to the windy conditions I think they’re more charging about like lunatics).<br /><br />Do I use brackets too often? Maybe. But I don’t much care! I enjoy my excessive bracket use! (YEAH!).<br /><br />Walking from the hostel to Hector I decided that I AM HAPPY. Partly due to the fact that I’m next to the sea, everything is bathed in moonlight, and… well, those two things are just the start of the little pile as to why I’d be happy.<br />I have a job which I really don’t mind at all – even if I have to spend a short amount of time attempting to get old silicone off of from around the bottom of the (dun dun DUN) THREE toilets, it’s really not bad at all. I could be cleaning twelve toilets after a very smelly large school group.<br />So yes, I really don’t mind it.<br />So many people hate their jobs, it’s just a job for jobs sake – they’ve got it so that they can earn money to hopefully one day get them to somewhere they’d prefer better. A chap I semi-know, Robin, lives in the same field as Dan and Lisa; he recently gave a voice recorder to everyone else in the field (including the land lady) and told them to take it to bed with them and talk to it about their life in the field, related to the field, and suchlike. The best bits were pieced together to make a short 7 minute radio documentary which I’m currently having a slight love affair with, I want to illustrate it somehow and all!<br />But anyway, I’m straying off of the path, here is a bit of something Robin himself said in the documentary:<br /><br />“…worked in an office, for, six years, and it was like… soo boring, every day is the same, and then suddenly before you know it you turn sixty five or whatever and they give you your pension and say ‘cheerio!’ and you’re like ‘oh thanks, that was my life, gone’… so I left”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you want to work in an office, then fair enough… I suppose in this current day and age someone has to! Or so it seems. But I’m so glad that I don’t, and hopefully I never will. I’m pretty sure I’ve always been against office work, for a long time, anyway… for work experience my mum suggested that maybe I worked in her office, they’re a chartered surveyors… I avoided it, and instead ended up working in a shop called “The Hippy Shop”. What most folks would know as a head shop, I suppose… we sold hippy clothing, smoking gear, magic mushrooms (they were still legal to sell at that point), and silly other things. It’s long gone now, that shop… I guess it had to leave after the mushroom ban came along since that was her main point of sale. Ahh Debi. Anyway! I thought that work experience was pretty damn good – the only bits of work I remember doing were sorting out a tangled box of hangers, arranging bongs in an attractive manner on a UV glow shelf, and putting price tags on large cock shaped pink and black candles. Other things which occurred were me getting my ears pierced for the first time (much to my mothers horror… many more holes have appeared since…), having blue fake hair plaited into my own, and watching all the local “weirdo’s” come and go… there was one chap who we always used to see about town, my mum called him a total eccentric. He wore feathers in his hat.<br />Funny that.<br />I wear feathers in my hat now, he was one stylish sir.<br />Hmm, I appear to have trailed off a bit there…<br />All in all, I’m glad I’m the one texting people / person / Jack to say that I hope their work day wasn’t too awful, rather than the one receiving the text…<br />Not that I’m glad that people have crap jobs, but I’m sure you understand what I mean.<br /><br />I’ll also be glad if my van doesn’t blow off the edge of the cliff (I’m sure it won’t).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">How could I be happier? Is anyone ever completely happy?<br />I can think of a few things which would help, for example I wish current life were a little warmer… but that’s just the seasons for you, no doubt mid Summer will be here before I know it and I’ll be complaining that Hector has turned into an oven rather than a van.<br />I like life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I do sometimes wish that I had my own little home, one without extortionate rent, without bills which creep up on you, one which didn’t rock so vigorously in the wind, which wasn’t slightly damp…<br />I don’t mind having Hector as my bedroom, I can always use the facilities inside the hostel, but one day I’d like to have my own place. A hut, even; why the need for huge great houses? You don’t need all that stuff. I’d like something tastefully small, a caravan even!<br />Referring back to the afore mentioned documentary on caravan dwellers, Lisa says:<br /><br />“The fires going and its warm… and I can’t imagine why anybody would need any more…”</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The simple little things.<br />Maybe one day, if Lisa ever feels like leaving her little triangular field, we can put our money together and buy a plot of land / a field… we briefly discussed this before, some months back. She’d have her caravan, I’d have… something… I’d have to work that one out… and we’d grow some of our own food, have some pigs, chickens… solar panels, wind turbine… become almost self sufficient.<br />It’d be hard to start off with, lots of work – I found that out at Bosavern, growing food is hard work. And we’d need fire wood, so we’d grow some willow or other fast growing tree. Skip diving? What works too – in my mind that’d count as self sufficiency.<br />Would I be allowed internet? I can’t work out if I like not having constant internet.<br />Ok, lets say MOSTLY self sufficient. I wouldn’t be a purist, after all – I’m not sure I could make chocolate from scratch.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Back to real life…<br /><br />This just past “weekend” was a good one. On the Monday Lisa and I went on an “around Cornwall” trip, starting off in her field and then off to Porthleven for the arts and crafts shop (I banned myself from taking my purse in with me, and so instead just drooled over all the wool). Next stop: Newlyn! Sorry, Horse & Jockey… your “flaky steak” pasties have been beaten, I’ve found a new favourite. Aunty May’s medium steak… I’m pretty sure it’s so good because of how crunchy the pastry is, and the reason for it being so crunchy is because it’s so fatty (my lips felt moisturised for a fair long time after), but ohhhh… it was good. Perfect size, too. Flaky steak was just too much most of the time. Next stop! St Just, the slightly scenic way. Pigs! Chickens! Farm produce! Mmm… it was nice seeing it all again. Moving on! Driving slowly from Pendeen to just before St Ives, rolling to a stop at random intervals for Lisa to take some photos (for reference) and for us to draw until it too cold to draw any more (it’s this wind! It’s a cold wind!). Climbing a hill to clamber over rocks, looking about at the top and being able to see for miles and miles… half the county, perhaps. The day was finished with a visitation in Lisa’s caravan from Lurk Dink (Lukas Drinkwater). What a good chap, I do hope he can sing with us lot at Aberfest (though hopes aren’t too high).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And then, another good chap! Loveliest chap Jack. He even gave me tulips! What a good one… please let the tulips survive… I really do have a shoddy track record with plants!<br />Tuesday afternoon we went to Glendurgan National trust gardens, it’s a bit of a shame that they charge so much to get in for non-members, especially when not everything is out in flower / fully alive. But still, I enjoyed seeing what there was, and tackling the maze, grinning and nodding at all the elderly couples, must remember to visit more NT places to get the most out of my membership.<br />Hhgvvnb… I’m falling asleep, face has gone into shut down mode.<br />Tuesday evening we were lazy and I Skyped the…<br /><br />Thursday 8<sup>th</sup> March.<br />I fell asleep at that point, only half waking up enough to put away my laptop.<br />Today is another day. Now is another night.<br />I’m not going to write much, this time… for I haven’t had much to fill in on!<br />Today was mostly filled with a little bit of hostel work (chasing spider webs), eating far too many quadruple chocolate cookies for my own good (the entire pack, in fact. 8 cookies! If anyone ever fancies winning over my stomach and love handles then these are the things to get me, they’re the Sainsbury’s ones), washing Hector – who ever knew that he was a WHITE van! And enjoying the sun in the back of my van… sure I essentially wasn’t IN the sun, but I looked out at it a couple of times… however as I mentioned in yesterdays ramblings, Hector works a little like an oven; of course he didn’t get hot, but he got nice and cosy when paired with a thick woollen jumper.<br /><br />Ahh the subject of warmth… that’d be nice. Apart from the couple of warm days a couple of weeks ago, we haven’t had much. I think I used to take warmth for granted, living at home with the parents for all those years there was always central heating (apart from the period in which I decided that I wanted my window open all the time, and so my heating was always off and door tended to be shut. I enjoyed fresh air!). But yes, heating. In Falmouth… ok, so our house wasn’t warm. No, in fact it was quite cold and damp for the majority of the time, but there was always a radiator on somewhere and failing that then there was always the studio at uni, or the pub. Wearing layer upon layer upon layer of long skirts… that was the way to go for a while. Not sure I can get away with doing that paired with a YHA branded polo shirt. Golant! No worries there, it was summer. If I got too cold, I’d just shut the window (a very rare occurrence).<br />Lizard? Downstairs wasn’t too warm… but my room had a radiator, and I took full advantage of it whenever I was up there (though was usually outside in the elements, wearing multiple waterproof layers). Bosavern… BRR! Old granite walled farm building with no heating, BRR!!! And now here, van on a cliff!<br />I’m not complaining about where I’ve been living since Christmas (Bosavern & here), I’m just getting a little fed up with going to bed wearing the clothes that I wore in the day time as I feel too cold to change out of them, and then waking up in the morning and changing my pants but not my clothes…<br />Roll on weather when getting to and into my van at night is a more pleasant experience!<br /><br />“Such a stereotypical English thing to do, talking about the weather!” maybe so, but it affects me quite a lot.<br />I wonder if I’ll ever live anywhere where I don’t have to worry so much about temperature, where I don’t have to go “brr, it’s cold in this bed… lets curl up in a ball entirely under the duvet and hope that my breath doesn’t condense too much…”.<br /><br />Anyhoo, now I’m going to read some more. Yes! Read! I haven’t read properly in… well… ages! So now I’m going to read.<br />I noticed on the communal bookshelf that there was the slightly revised version of “Ozzy: unauthorised” book, but also a copy of “Eat, Pray, Love”. I wasn’t too sure what it was about, but I’m rather fond of eating and loving so it’s title appealed – upon reading the first little bit of it, it certainly seems a bit like a slightly silly girly book, suitable for an easy reading book club… but I like it. So I’m going to read it. I’m not sure I’d refer to it as trash, but I don’t really think it’s exactly heavy going either! We’ll see how it goes…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">March 11<sup>th</sup>.<br />YES. DAY 2 OF SUCCESSFUL PAINTING ARTY TIME! Go go go! Keep it up! Only… 10-ish pages to go?<br />It’s a book!!<br /><br />Here's some images... my photos (not many) and illustrations (again, not many) are at the bottom today. There are some illustrations which I CAN'T PUT UP YET. Not because they aren't finished, but because they're remaining in secret for... well... meant to be until June, but we'll see how long I can hold out.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXFm9eLktaYNsOarYWL_TscvXjSuZssat-bpr1v3MELIB-gOorbaXYLP-3ZG1lyDjjeVQs4QBx99fI6BGYxSGZ3k3JcKE7vk1QW1_y1Y0z1ct6krh8IzB_2lcupPDwO0c8MSgdXSNk3NS/s1600/Yellowlion.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXFm9eLktaYNsOarYWL_TscvXjSuZssat-bpr1v3MELIB-gOorbaXYLP-3ZG1lyDjjeVQs4QBx99fI6BGYxSGZ3k3JcKE7vk1QW1_y1Y0z1ct6krh8IzB_2lcupPDwO0c8MSgdXSNk3NS/s320/Yellowlion.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718758159060946306" border="0" /></a>Yellowlion. Mmm... sedimentry looking layers, and the lovely pattern of the moon!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25I1KaQZ7r5-kghxp_yS98mCbrfk4szRnDy2Q4l92W-hGxsrXd1HjckYZk2d4BbgRc-qNLvijS6AyOVdNbZlvmsBD_Z5Rm6_ogzie81HaFafbxb6oGQV5j-jqaCKdFBscTWV_jwo7DUJR/s1600/Wesley+Bird.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi25I1KaQZ7r5-kghxp_yS98mCbrfk4szRnDy2Q4l92W-hGxsrXd1HjckYZk2d4BbgRc-qNLvijS6AyOVdNbZlvmsBD_Z5Rm6_ogzie81HaFafbxb6oGQV5j-jqaCKdFBscTWV_jwo7DUJR/s320/Wesley+Bird.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718758178667088306" border="0" /></a>Wesley Bird. Possibly a tad too hip and cool for my liking, but the general thing appeals!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAuZLiDR41S6IXhRa676bMXx00Kn3bFo1aNP-yGi3tOfRTWYxZSeQe4fjbFYlNqM9Z3w7NT-yfzAeWqX71sDpuyG0qZeZRNSoV63TymjOgOajqV0xWBylhB72Iupbzd2OAnCq_RfXEFki/s1600/Yelena+Bryksenkova.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAuZLiDR41S6IXhRa676bMXx00Kn3bFo1aNP-yGi3tOfRTWYxZSeQe4fjbFYlNqM9Z3w7NT-yfzAeWqX71sDpuyG0qZeZRNSoV63TymjOgOajqV0xWBylhB72Iupbzd2OAnCq_RfXEFki/s320/Yelena+Bryksenkova.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718758170047550146" border="0" /></a>Yelena Bryksenkova. Give me a cat now.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ACYyvWqEVGpKm2QKZdI0ZYdIGbg17qGNkxCX_BgYy-GU8LEwhaVi7L3Kjursfsy5vDyzKI3tJwlZFT3PkGRI3lSQr_iZiEhW8PSWH26AHMIlP1X-4h1P6bGVW2RTvQMY6C5oO0fjk-2e/s1600/Owen+Gent.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ACYyvWqEVGpKm2QKZdI0ZYdIGbg17qGNkxCX_BgYy-GU8LEwhaVi7L3Kjursfsy5vDyzKI3tJwlZFT3PkGRI3lSQr_iZiEhW8PSWH26AHMIlP1X-4h1P6bGVW2RTvQMY6C5oO0fjk-2e/s320/Owen+Gent.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718758192505264882" border="0" /></a>Part of a piece by Owen Gent, Falmouther I think? Could be wrong... I like her WHITE BOOBS. I get that problem in Summer, too.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAImVHz06M_BTDG46Bj9VlshXFj1i6ylETigf3YuEJgTYRDIGRAK9Xmunqfai6m1HJ3KUb0Oqp3VOrNbCsCN57HVbg7tKnM9tIN-LrdJq1jBPonB5tZ6927XtFJgRuBncPG_3G6S4QFJFq/s1600/Owen+Gent+sketch.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAImVHz06M_BTDG46Bj9VlshXFj1i6ylETigf3YuEJgTYRDIGRAK9Xmunqfai6m1HJ3KUb0Oqp3VOrNbCsCN57HVbg7tKnM9tIN-LrdJq1jBPonB5tZ6927XtFJgRuBncPG_3G6S4QFJFq/s320/Owen+Gent+sketch.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718758184091668226" border="0" /></a>Page from Owen Gent's sketchbook... what delightful creatures.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmy3hDlTVSoJJ4Q9YyQTfNJdvc26E_e2UP-oZhTIFWBg3Q02Wz9GQP7uuSIU6WYfa7cQik8wzNlolqfUoUiJYX-DFzrMGXULPToP_fRVZJTLJLcmQyCp0BYlX8b4LC_0D77hERbYda-2EI/s1600/Michelle+Morin+of+United+Thread.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmy3hDlTVSoJJ4Q9YyQTfNJdvc26E_e2UP-oZhTIFWBg3Q02Wz9GQP7uuSIU6WYfa7cQik8wzNlolqfUoUiJYX-DFzrMGXULPToP_fRVZJTLJLcmQyCp0BYlX8b4LC_0D77hERbYda-2EI/s320/Michelle+Morin+of+United+Thread.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718759871607457074" border="0" /></a>Michelle Morin of United Thread. Nice bird.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0ofj2lxZEbenYgwF-fL2VqEWInpmY4K3F1RnIZCItp3YxaFMC-65JXQ5aMJAO0jpKeS78yW1B-juRDsVOKHtF52gwoAiYbI1S5LOYt_QnQIS2GxRzTpv1ULttdw1h1i-RgCuPZt7ISv9/s1600/Nina+Cosford+Oslo.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0ofj2lxZEbenYgwF-fL2VqEWInpmY4K3F1RnIZCItp3YxaFMC-65JXQ5aMJAO0jpKeS78yW1B-juRDsVOKHtF52gwoAiYbI1S5LOYt_QnQIS2GxRzTpv1ULttdw1h1i-RgCuPZt7ISv9/s320/Nina+Cosford+Oslo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718759849346270866" border="0" /></a>It's that Nina Cosford again! Oh to draw buildings like she does!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNoKminFRb3XBUFGx-tF9lND26U_MsR87RoNEfN_Uy1AK2TqPGYcHAcaHpPw60miR3rnP9fzQRiX7Ixuj_ZQaWlMn0ZUV1vsEU-c4xw8SX8x0KOpIvXL3aprJn8T40F8FFpy9aSUZioHET/s1600/Maurice+Laban.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNoKminFRb3XBUFGx-tF9lND26U_MsR87RoNEfN_Uy1AK2TqPGYcHAcaHpPw60miR3rnP9fzQRiX7Ixuj_ZQaWlMn0ZUV1vsEU-c4xw8SX8x0KOpIvXL3aprJn8T40F8FFpy9aSUZioHET/s320/Maurice+Laban.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718759883141716946" border="0" /></a>Maurice Laban. Loving the built up colour layers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPgkyY3sS5y1f2-dx82RPml7dOEkqocQyVVQfmE675ZKzw0hUAK5mQQdqWSggRRyTyKce6OLurHqAox5OCtkIvTtME0Xa7k9fWHr9i9_UNuJBfE3cRfI0EuvK3iOFGDsKOkMvwDeI7HLG/s1600/Joe+Lillington.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPgkyY3sS5y1f2-dx82RPml7dOEkqocQyVVQfmE675ZKzw0hUAK5mQQdqWSggRRyTyKce6OLurHqAox5OCtkIvTtME0Xa7k9fWHr9i9_UNuJBfE3cRfI0EuvK3iOFGDsKOkMvwDeI7HLG/s320/Joe+Lillington.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718761392294130866" border="0" /></a>Joe Lillington. I've fallen in love! Mountains! Nordic stuff! GIANTS. Some giants shrink if they swim / go in the sea, you know.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1IQwv9aThkJ3KEyIOhVIGcSTJkasy4S4APaaLHpwFTBxLMcP-GBgim4QRlkl7EGpCtL53S-Caw75wTc8XUJ_CHrRjgTT5r9nDFe66aNTGI2kqrzW4WAFuIlvyAuOdznULHvSNoBvFAwN/s1600/Joohee+Yoon.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1IQwv9aThkJ3KEyIOhVIGcSTJkasy4S4APaaLHpwFTBxLMcP-GBgim4QRlkl7EGpCtL53S-Caw75wTc8XUJ_CHrRjgTT5r9nDFe66aNTGI2kqrzW4WAFuIlvyAuOdznULHvSNoBvFAwN/s320/Joohee+Yoon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718761381560010482" border="0" /></a>More delicious layering up of colours... Joohee Yoon (and what a fab name!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3CAlp7Qv8r88EHgTohSvloQu3flNRMxHDT87-2Vrsvd-NBC1pnXLF7tlcNQhIoAE6a9KyXmWQ9yTvApzjloL7q_SQDMjHikFUO-chbsrNYRi4fVyZPZUkLhDkDlcFSPqw4XqdYhoBHBCv/s1600/Laura+Berger.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3CAlp7Qv8r88EHgTohSvloQu3flNRMxHDT87-2Vrsvd-NBC1pnXLF7tlcNQhIoAE6a9KyXmWQ9yTvApzjloL7q_SQDMjHikFUO-chbsrNYRi4fVyZPZUkLhDkDlcFSPqw4XqdYhoBHBCv/s320/Laura+Berger.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718761365227755890" border="0" /></a>Found this near Valentines... now THAT is a good chat up. H'oh yes. Laura Berger.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMTHTrl6VsoYe490nPhOYvZu_qIILvw3ioQwfEOtFOznj7IdpJMkPccHi9SsnFB-NWjP9_DajOKd-thAI904dI1jXgJ1X2DGaUl5slk-4y0WQu8kZFsl7MKO4vnGp09O4TJ-6jDNZg2Sv/s1600/A%25CC%2581vtsusjva%25CC%2581gge+Valley%252C+Northern+Lapland%252C+Sweden.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMTHTrl6VsoYe490nPhOYvZu_qIILvw3ioQwfEOtFOznj7IdpJMkPccHi9SsnFB-NWjP9_DajOKd-thAI904dI1jXgJ1X2DGaUl5slk-4y0WQu8kZFsl7MKO4vnGp09O4TJ-6jDNZg2Sv/s320/A%25CC%2581vtsusjva%25CC%2581gge+Valley%252C+Northern+Lapland%252C+Sweden.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718761401978906290" border="0" /></a>Ávtsusjvágge Valley, Northern Lapland, Sweden. Another one to add to my "cabin porn" collection.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51sKW1NU_MIw06KoSFdRcrySB31XEUj44-4uvIoghAIp9GIjZvemol3ZOA9jTH0rkSxRSOOSh95u5Af6hpovOH2HvAU5JpOsvfg7hu-wlalQ-62hQv_4GgDh27JAlAngcSxwbob2g3Zpk/s1600/Lake+Me%25C3%25B0alfellsvatn%252C+Iceland.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51sKW1NU_MIw06KoSFdRcrySB31XEUj44-4uvIoghAIp9GIjZvemol3ZOA9jTH0rkSxRSOOSh95u5Af6hpovOH2HvAU5JpOsvfg7hu-wlalQ-62hQv_4GgDh27JAlAngcSxwbob2g3Zpk/s320/Lake+Me%25C3%25B0alfellsvatn%252C+Iceland.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718761374238525234" border="0" /></a>Lake Meðalfellsvatn, Iceland. And again...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfc9m2wu5m62czBQ1rEf4dw25DRK9ULyhZnt38-ERsxpmax7Uxcx7avVupXUocrkWd9RGaUJ6n_T6vTLTulhMjh71B2920deMccwHazoLgR4rvFzD62ZQ-lp66dhiuzHtKXVTwEx344xc/s1600/Nana-Hel+Looks.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfc9m2wu5m62czBQ1rEf4dw25DRK9ULyhZnt38-ERsxpmax7Uxcx7avVupXUocrkWd9RGaUJ6n_T6vTLTulhMjh71B2920deMccwHazoLgR4rvFzD62ZQ-lp66dhiuzHtKXVTwEx344xc/s320/Nana-Hel+Looks.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718759860395802370" border="0" /></a>THAT is a good outfit. Hel-Looks, Nana.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyJJ1AfFfhvB4YPL3wMdpmXZo4-g2pIPCdcyfXFukRCc_AXGAA2NIfiTcRpjkE_Bwwqw-p83T9u8240rU-8pPrMtpSf6Pt6_m9FOwiat4NAZZ87oIN8ddoay7mr8-PshiFZYkgKUjwwMs/s1600/natural+forest+dyed+mittens+from+Sweden+by+Klara+Bothen.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyJJ1AfFfhvB4YPL3wMdpmXZo4-g2pIPCdcyfXFukRCc_AXGAA2NIfiTcRpjkE_Bwwqw-p83T9u8240rU-8pPrMtpSf6Pt6_m9FOwiat4NAZZ87oIN8ddoay7mr8-PshiFZYkgKUjwwMs/s320/natural+forest+dyed+mittens+from+Sweden+by+Klara+Bothen.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718759851599617634" border="0" /></a>Beautiful mittens... I'd hate to split them up from each other... "natural forest dyed mittens from Sweden by Klara Bothen".<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggaKPbj-wQTRAKfTGb7LN_ljKkt5UnYSRzWSzFOkd1fMYepReJh5AJnzeaOB9Ltw7Z0Y-Atabi3JwDW6Y7pOHqwFYegVr7rGHMWhir83TSepWQWw53y7vpdtynATvk4y1oEmuJYtKTU7h/s1600/Anja+Louise+Verdugo.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjggaKPbj-wQTRAKfTGb7LN_ljKkt5UnYSRzWSzFOkd1fMYepReJh5AJnzeaOB9Ltw7Z0Y-Atabi3JwDW6Y7pOHqwFYegVr7rGHMWhir83TSepWQWw53y7vpdtynATvk4y1oEmuJYtKTU7h/s320/Anja+Louise+Verdugo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718763855125281218" border="0" /></a>Anja Louise Verdugo. More cabins... om nom nom...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpw5eEyRAIZ8ZOqwimxdNCO4nIz7ZNqxHDzEJGHeJqSVjeqiPtPm61n74oXsJ1n7SYK9ncm7tkeExjTQnvuPJlGDb58TVrbkzpg6oQJSKWnoZ6x0Jtbhd7D9e9wfBsOnc5NIqXPZ5expqT/s1600/Antonio+Quadros.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpw5eEyRAIZ8ZOqwimxdNCO4nIz7ZNqxHDzEJGHeJqSVjeqiPtPm61n74oXsJ1n7SYK9ncm7tkeExjTQnvuPJlGDb58TVrbkzpg6oQJSKWnoZ6x0Jtbhd7D9e9wfBsOnc5NIqXPZ5expqT/s320/Antonio+Quadros.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718763862631260306" border="0" /></a>Antonio Quadros, Hobbit cover! Loooove the cut out mushroom toadstool bits.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM8eQjCgdS4qcjsFxWXISPKHIKH6shb1ykSOrkmtQHlJkOEFv2Zcj_9YK-shTKGCu5xRQ7c1-Ib0j8KGBRpfAD2VnnyR5GK7hFgFTQTc3KbsTBHS2rkUcHXaQnFksL_As_zCGBMVydMpP/s1600/Elk+prodding+fire.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM8eQjCgdS4qcjsFxWXISPKHIKH6shb1ykSOrkmtQHlJkOEFv2Zcj_9YK-shTKGCu5xRQ7c1-Ib0j8KGBRpfAD2VnnyR5GK7hFgFTQTc3KbsTBHS2rkUcHXaQnFksL_As_zCGBMVydMpP/s320/Elk+prodding+fire.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718763872378110626" border="0" /></a>This is my sister. I like this picture lots and lots.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5u5yjfDUqikM_QKQh1joBkqvZiBqpWGihHM1HnRm72Sp018pYhHTZ8preib6mEgBMEpI8HW2MYPaqHCyW_kOyVj9F-HbK3R6Z2aWk6RpUoYdLhMOlCLJyAUdmKWGCycZwfFesSoqPME9W/s1600/Untrustworthy+bean.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5u5yjfDUqikM_QKQh1joBkqvZiBqpWGihHM1HnRm72Sp018pYhHTZ8preib6mEgBMEpI8HW2MYPaqHCyW_kOyVj9F-HbK3R6Z2aWk6RpUoYdLhMOlCLJyAUdmKWGCycZwfFesSoqPME9W/s320/Untrustworthy+bean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718763883051139042" border="0" /></a>I liked the photo of Elk soo much that it inspired me to create the character on the left... he's called Loui, and his little sister is called Beansprout. She hates being a beansprout. And hates daffodils. And is in general, really grumpy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKxhK4Q2NnHtuoBw18xQ2iGlxJDU-fjexw8zRvf8s4Ey7eo-52tSDObBnRlrNbT2i7Nrf8KY946C2QZ9PB4udxcuB_oLW1q83n-XHOzAlrU1MGJAgLwYRk5rUIxy-SBuvSPv7YOaA3iY_6/s1600/antlerlouipattern.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKxhK4Q2NnHtuoBw18xQ2iGlxJDU-fjexw8zRvf8s4Ey7eo-52tSDObBnRlrNbT2i7Nrf8KY946C2QZ9PB4udxcuB_oLW1q83n-XHOzAlrU1MGJAgLwYRk5rUIxy-SBuvSPv7YOaA3iY_6/s320/antlerlouipattern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718763890696498530" border="0" /></a>Pattern created from Loui...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Cm8v5Hu9XmL1SunVcViP8cMBd4VXk_vxop67vyJoZrvJYWuf3jPQhsnlWHe_F4YF0wZq4sq-1Uzv3vb32qHM4yeWmsd3F_r07w5foES0OdSZCHfOXjZuoHLHuZ0mlsR89LHArQ5Jxg3i/s1600/DSCN0963.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Cm8v5Hu9XmL1SunVcViP8cMBd4VXk_vxop67vyJoZrvJYWuf3jPQhsnlWHe_F4YF0wZq4sq-1Uzv3vb32qHM4yeWmsd3F_r07w5foES0OdSZCHfOXjZuoHLHuZ0mlsR89LHArQ5Jxg3i/s320/DSCN0963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718767856698367730" border="0" /></a>4 baby mice... before I froze them (back at Bosavern Community Farm).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ctzaXmp7xte0UsvsS_nzruXRb6UtIaekHFZa2KVVM2vSlC01ydZWJSQDv-MRRdvah7xDLIFR99PXr7dBMI6QXAPkIJuNCNQ5aoGErLGLG83BZijrx1smURCZ7pGpgdU3ew7hkQsWqNn6/s1600/DSCN0970.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ctzaXmp7xte0UsvsS_nzruXRb6UtIaekHFZa2KVVM2vSlC01ydZWJSQDv-MRRdvah7xDLIFR99PXr7dBMI6QXAPkIJuNCNQ5aoGErLGLG83BZijrx1smURCZ7pGpgdU3ew7hkQsWqNn6/s320/DSCN0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718767864501710514" border="0" /></a>Most of my pants, drying, here at Perranporth! This is how much on a cliff I live...<br /></p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-7984225819837786042012-03-03T12:55:00.001-08:002012-03-04T12:40:20.229-08:00106. Pictures on bricks<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:595.0pt 842.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal">This was all written the other night, whilst I was in bed… so hopefully it makes sense!<br /><br />Well… currently lying in bed in my van, admittedly its not too cosy just now, but sooner or later it’ll get close to mid-Spring/Summer & I’ll be proper toasty at night! Mmm…<br />I can hear a light rain on the roof, and the muffled booming of waves on the rocks / cliff bottom (cliff edge being maybe 7-10 metres away? Edge of manmade surface is about 3 metres…).<br />It’s just come to the end of my second day of working (for money!) at YHA Perranporth & all is good.<br />Work is currently easy, a little cleaning & some light maintenance work. Kinda can’t wait till it starts to get busy, except for the fact that the masses will bring in copious amounts of sand into the bedrooms and showers… but I can’t complain. My job is pretty much a holiday compared to that of many other YHA workers.<br /><br />Just before I came here to work, I spent a lazy couple of days Falmouth way… the weather was so lovely for those! On one I joined Lisa & Dan in their field for a sunshine flooded breakfast (oats, dried fruit, fresh fruit, nuts, seeds, apple juice…) before heading to the beach for the first sunbathe of the year! Later I fell asleep in the field in the late afternoon sun, listening to Dave Wisdom playing his bouzouki. That night a few others came over & we joined efforts & had a BBQ bonfire with yummy food, amusing banter, & more folky music. At some point over my “weekend” I woke up halfway through a dream of a vegetable plot bed filled with a great harvest of well rounded yet still fluffy red cabbages!<br />Obviously I was missing Bosavern Farm a bit, even though there wasn’t anything of the cabbagey sort ready for harvesting at the point that I left…<br /><br />Ahh Bosavern… that is where I was residing from mid January until the end of February. Bosavern Community Farm, near St Just in Penwith to be exact!<br />There I woke up with the sun 3 days a week to let chickens out into their fields, in the evenings shutting them back up. There I watched as piglets fattened, oinked as I rubbed their bellies, chased after the wheelbarrow as we walked past their enclosure… there I dug many a potato & picked many a leaf of salad. All well and truly organic & free range and at the end of the earth! (Or at least just at the most westerly point or there about of Britain). Yummy food, mostly our own – yay for seasonal eating! Parsnips! Kale! Potatoes! Lovely company, especially that of my hosts Hugh & Alice – I miss their random moments of speaking Spanish, the use of the nickname “Pynny”, & the Sunday pancake days… every Sunday!<br />I wish I could have brought the pigs and a chicken or two with me. And the polytunnels.<br />Such a good experience, I will go back there someday (well, I have to – accidently stole the spare key!).<br />Maybe I’ll write a short children’s book on chickens, the little things you find out when you work so closely with them.<br />I’ve also learnt to appreciate so much more where my food comes from, & hope that I can eat some of the meat which comes off of the pigs later on in the year (they’re Kune Kune pigs – so cute!). Friends CAN be food!<br />Organic farming (without heavy machinery) is hard work, but worth it.<br /><br />So that’s that.<br />Apart from YHAing & WWOOFing, I’ve been going on little trips to places such as Levant mine to find Cornish quartz crystals (they’re good luck!), and Gwithian beach to smash open rocks to find more pretty things, and the quarry by the forge to eat breakfast, and Kennell Vale to spy on goblins and such like…<br /><br />Life is good, but now getting a tad too chilly so I’m gonna crawl under my duvet.<br />Bonne nuit!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I'll do another update hopefully in the not too far future with images by MOI in it. For now, here is a link to my new and updated (YAY!) <a href="http://bexbourne.co.uk">website</a>!<br /></p><br />A dump of images that I've taken a liking to, in no particular order!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8azFM_FD3YDVovr5BxuqBoym7pjU3bfmaogFeqgG7PlDC3j3jUWecxv7dwctMscxhNbvfvb9r9MSdEIe3m0O-29y-xByN2WTaMv7lkCWEu_KmS72yp3tr4taSQ3M001stmBQTpeCs3LO/s1600/Haline+Gutsche.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8azFM_FD3YDVovr5BxuqBoym7pjU3bfmaogFeqgG7PlDC3j3jUWecxv7dwctMscxhNbvfvb9r9MSdEIe3m0O-29y-xByN2WTaMv7lkCWEu_KmS72yp3tr4taSQ3M001stmBQTpeCs3LO/s320/Haline+Gutsche.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852549745928738" border="0" /></a>Russian or Polish? Childrens book cover. Haline Gutsche.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9s8_j2m-CORU40ABqnmcWJAunqdjVBD2NZV-d1jnzG4KZz6ZwWIeaEmBYfajLURKbJYfDbq6ldAh3wbLhWmaGl7eA2zIMBbgcXvV-_DVjuwNDSzIZAmMpQvtKkmELD4_3cd4fxo_0Rl4/s1600/Casey+Roberts.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9s8_j2m-CORU40ABqnmcWJAunqdjVBD2NZV-d1jnzG4KZz6ZwWIeaEmBYfajLURKbJYfDbq6ldAh3wbLhWmaGl7eA2zIMBbgcXvV-_DVjuwNDSzIZAmMpQvtKkmELD4_3cd4fxo_0Rl4/s320/Casey+Roberts.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852495712782306" border="0" /></a>The first time I saw this I wasn't sure whether I liked it... but now, yes. I do. Nice colourful tree fingers. Casey Roberts.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmXJKsAabuKE4-Gi7OQ24EsgzNkUtp3HZHywTv0hchK-_O7tWgcfGK7gd7rxXJXd9W38XAXvpUzn0dwWwKp0eTcE5zgg_Q7TnBjhOUB_HT1wql7oreFa3-HqG-rnBb2CUTL7hrKWwShKn/s1600/Eleanor+Davis.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmXJKsAabuKE4-Gi7OQ24EsgzNkUtp3HZHywTv0hchK-_O7tWgcfGK7gd7rxXJXd9W38XAXvpUzn0dwWwKp0eTcE5zgg_Q7TnBjhOUB_HT1wql7oreFa3-HqG-rnBb2CUTL7hrKWwShKn/s320/Eleanor+Davis.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852524229507954" border="0" /></a>Really enjoying the sky in this... Eleanor Davis.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaaXN1Cce_gWUBEmfn2A-bIgL4AoiQ7lYi6HVszAJVV1j4QpEYxTeuMay4kO7PN08Oc_YMGWx_r_5Mpg4yh7Il-w9NKBlcKCtRaax_iKT5u-H4NdTuHH8I9eQkzqAqxRdDlEo4U0H-_2T/s1600/Eleanor+Davis+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaaXN1Cce_gWUBEmfn2A-bIgL4AoiQ7lYi6HVszAJVV1j4QpEYxTeuMay4kO7PN08Oc_YMGWx_r_5Mpg4yh7Il-w9NKBlcKCtRaax_iKT5u-H4NdTuHH8I9eQkzqAqxRdDlEo4U0H-_2T/s320/Eleanor+Davis+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852534940011826" border="0" /></a>Framed and scrummy! Niiice colours. Eleanor Davis again...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-H_Pl7q24fCIjL3TSQcwnoERoc_Md9CYNCBr4jGuuAnflLWwp-2YPV4fFbl119KWQmdi8OIGCVP4AErMJDMW1r9qn1EOPLjMcYKks72Gwv_SpkeriDSIpJH-dEnaPXIvMmBjl64iO4OE/s1600/Human+Empire+2012+calendar.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-H_Pl7q24fCIjL3TSQcwnoERoc_Md9CYNCBr4jGuuAnflLWwp-2YPV4fFbl119KWQmdi8OIGCVP4AErMJDMW1r9qn1EOPLjMcYKks72Gwv_SpkeriDSIpJH-dEnaPXIvMmBjl64iO4OE/s320/Human+Empire+2012+calendar.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853303462125586" border="0" /></a>Actually part of a calendar, good chunks. Human Empire 2012 calendar.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXNuw9tEjPnsitXMyk0Yf3neqT6nTZw6Rf33oHw2VsqVGWQfWdfLwdU4X8Obg7weJsOgw9Mmzc4nO8eCVUgeDoJE0KmZ4idmxjGoFHZ24_2iYcjSYiG-qL5kr0xhqneI6vm7XjzA7Sr1p/s1600/Matthew+Lyons.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXNuw9tEjPnsitXMyk0Yf3neqT6nTZw6Rf33oHw2VsqVGWQfWdfLwdU4X8Obg7weJsOgw9Mmzc4nO8eCVUgeDoJE0KmZ4idmxjGoFHZ24_2iYcjSYiG-qL5kr0xhqneI6vm7XjzA7Sr1p/s320/Matthew+Lyons.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853772978380162" border="0" /></a>ANYTHING to do with the great outdoors makes me happy (pretty much). Matthew Lyons.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVGOo9QXURUitZxCB8SiKKEVJJfGhoWIRVqNWkvYQoIj2hwsI29qxmt5rOJAnUR4dQ6Bjk4hLHhbVnA4Ne5Y-vz9CsfmUJlAOQcCCvDiZLYb608hw687dxZh5ilAIVdviMSmqvQliIoK64/s1600/Michaela+Meadow.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVGOo9QXURUitZxCB8SiKKEVJJfGhoWIRVqNWkvYQoIj2hwsI29qxmt5rOJAnUR4dQ6Bjk4hLHhbVnA4Ne5Y-vz9CsfmUJlAOQcCCvDiZLYb608hw687dxZh5ilAIVdviMSmqvQliIoK64/s320/Michaela+Meadow.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853779575531906" border="0" /></a>Falmouth classmate Michaela Meadow has just put new stuff up on her website, I'm especially loving this piece.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyB0frIlx3eTURl4NK75zltJCAMEqln6i-WjnGrCA7hfAP1pX34-2YFjekO80p5mcGiqkdjhE76oU1TAkjqJRdvAEgRWNyPJUGz03EeG-QkoHCXtG83IcnBhl2X9f9TmBJB-yugQt1Yvy/s1600/Morico.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyB0frIlx3eTURl4NK75zltJCAMEqln6i-WjnGrCA7hfAP1pX34-2YFjekO80p5mcGiqkdjhE76oU1TAkjqJRdvAEgRWNyPJUGz03EeG-QkoHCXtG83IcnBhl2X9f9TmBJB-yugQt1Yvy/s320/Morico.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853790135197970" border="0" /></a>Little and round and cuuuuuute. Morico.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqcu8Y2H84JE6xB-PwzMCs8e6_-2_fBH-e8iru6uKnLBUUcbqmC6w7dwTAY1Z1Rh6x2eSfNfT32E_XGNnk_DrIQ5fTpXtm3iJ_i-b59BEV59d7Cwi5isd-Ywl63sdLjZjh0BA6qsktAt7/s1600/Saddo+and+Aitch.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqcu8Y2H84JE6xB-PwzMCs8e6_-2_fBH-e8iru6uKnLBUUcbqmC6w7dwTAY1Z1Rh6x2eSfNfT32E_XGNnk_DrIQ5fTpXtm3iJ_i-b59BEV59d7Cwi5isd-Ywl63sdLjZjh0BA6qsktAt7/s320/Saddo+and+Aitch.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854185233929282" border="0" /></a>Creepy but cute (word used 2 images in a row, overload!). Slug? Saddo and Aitch.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMdadgZyyS5FcZpYmOtGh3VQEE3caeuSlY7F_vrADvjhTDGkA-v9VOd5tykAKUbcY7z653TctfK-dQxWm2TVQAxcEElcwP3PCGsOEIjqPwV6pW9q8npMzsflxPH4mrUXBk36gPMHLOzv9/s1600/yasmin+sandytia.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMdadgZyyS5FcZpYmOtGh3VQEE3caeuSlY7F_vrADvjhTDGkA-v9VOd5tykAKUbcY7z653TctfK-dQxWm2TVQAxcEElcwP3PCGsOEIjqPwV6pW9q8npMzsflxPH4mrUXBk36gPMHLOzv9/s320/yasmin+sandytia.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696855037971827314" border="0" /></a>Modern take on a ye olde plate. Yasmin Sandytia.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCU_MnTxmXFoojI6WUXaqCkqoBvMB0EoJJtkgcZkjv9IIS6gKMvTL_HHVqAzmk_cpC6BMDzpXKI_SxduBOwKriGUqx7JGKyk_KgjvWwMUzcvOKn0MbsaMIxK3_djYOoNd_DOl2j27wC8y/s1600/rob+hunter.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCU_MnTxmXFoojI6WUXaqCkqoBvMB0EoJJtkgcZkjv9IIS6gKMvTL_HHVqAzmk_cpC6BMDzpXKI_SxduBOwKriGUqx7JGKyk_KgjvWwMUzcvOKn0MbsaMIxK3_djYOoNd_DOl2j27wC8y/s320/rob+hunter.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854168293218850" border="0" /></a>OH. Nice face, moon. Rob Hunter.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6Eql-0Jk9EJeSNvtiIDN46M9f-HMJsL24wKei8QrMUb4ExSuJM3cpet02LHT7zYmyXjs1rtNHIne2fsqp9qdWr1yFMWAReycOcXfRqwrgaPS3a7Ta9u7TupujOqAq4iATFtvQdTmaaTz/s1600/rob+hunter+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc6Eql-0Jk9EJeSNvtiIDN46M9f-HMJsL24wKei8QrMUb4ExSuJM3cpet02LHT7zYmyXjs1rtNHIne2fsqp9qdWr1yFMWAReycOcXfRqwrgaPS3a7Ta9u7TupujOqAq4iATFtvQdTmaaTz/s320/rob+hunter+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854175480433922" border="0" /></a>Second lot of colourful trees... perhaps I should take note (and start drawing different tree's, I'm getting a little bored of my current ones). Rob Hunter again...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9azqLgLa4jYCgr9tyLB9UHKqP9SAlNfr-G5kJz_8TET4vwooZCn19bShPditr0pX6c26zbuRfRyRGaAcarmt4SFrl837HADm3RJqwp542TnKG_fGVx9SkNakN_CFhyphenhyphenDNC1kd7Af7251y-/s1600/Thomas+Campbell.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9azqLgLa4jYCgr9tyLB9UHKqP9SAlNfr-G5kJz_8TET4vwooZCn19bShPditr0pX6c26zbuRfRyRGaAcarmt4SFrl837HADm3RJqwp542TnKG_fGVx9SkNakN_CFhyphenhyphenDNC1kd7Af7251y-/s320/Thomas+Campbell.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854688007295570" border="0" /></a>Lino cut? Perhaps not the best piece I have ever seen, but I like how it flows. Thomas Campbell.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2Kx1aJ7jzK4ME-cHexOy2YEFoeo95eps_jXH3oClfILSqD7B7L_CxGtEUIaOZOjZJu6GC_wfeQ4_g71zZWANUdNWa5pGkge5TUFgc_v1DJvlMf0MoKRvQn0di2vUdWNQ3oESb6wpfEnN/s1600/Steph+Says+Hello.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2Kx1aJ7jzK4ME-cHexOy2YEFoeo95eps_jXH3oClfILSqD7B7L_CxGtEUIaOZOjZJu6GC_wfeQ4_g71zZWANUdNWa5pGkge5TUFgc_v1DJvlMf0MoKRvQn0di2vUdWNQ3oESb6wpfEnN/s320/Steph+Says+Hello.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854665909024098" border="0" /></a>Why thank you! Steph Says Hello.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj211oXucRzs0a2a5_9Pd9yaTagi4SEt695bR13d7AfQkwMzxuGovg1PI_lHg4xZawQ4jKsxnRuvR7yrZx6d9oaEWtPOq9spVs0bfLouZlw0voPbsdSyAe_LMal9Q7zOMDzmtG-zAuWrqbS/s1600/schweizer+ei+vintage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj211oXucRzs0a2a5_9Pd9yaTagi4SEt695bR13d7AfQkwMzxuGovg1PI_lHg4xZawQ4jKsxnRuvR7yrZx6d9oaEWtPOq9spVs0bfLouZlw0voPbsdSyAe_LMal9Q7zOMDzmtG-zAuWrqbS/s320/schweizer+ei+vintage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854662583566098" border="0" /></a>Vintage poster, imagine if chickens really did open up like that... Schweizer Ei vintage.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFWXSibmQySAtlfv4XY3K4F1s0FTFuAl_FS-TroCgtV_HF8Xg2DIMrGT8bUducxDoxqjo9tBzfV2V0u9qku9v01pi7LQKcc0ATrhw-59n03XR3Q94pAQlByVlKBKai4st-cFTUUzqRRSe3/s1600/olma+vintage.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFWXSibmQySAtlfv4XY3K4F1s0FTFuAl_FS-TroCgtV_HF8Xg2DIMrGT8bUducxDoxqjo9tBzfV2V0u9qku9v01pi7LQKcc0ATrhw-59n03XR3Q94pAQlByVlKBKai4st-cFTUUzqRRSe3/s320/olma+vintage.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854148712394754" border="0" /></a>More vintage. COW. Olma vintage.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQi2aXaAIF_gs3WSHIfZI2biOSUJrUWl4ZUKoeDjxjPXy3AUEyDbjXO5HnaAbHMxF5VvO1ZJxp_FyPSqmT1lG84FpKXk8n7fsLHtZWoMIhA8HsiSWB-aZHRDcVBHxqp1EZh5gv4qAcLk1z/s1600/William+Arnold+3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQi2aXaAIF_gs3WSHIfZI2biOSUJrUWl4ZUKoeDjxjPXy3AUEyDbjXO5HnaAbHMxF5VvO1ZJxp_FyPSqmT1lG84FpKXk8n7fsLHtZWoMIhA8HsiSWB-aZHRDcVBHxqp1EZh5gv4qAcLk1z/s320/William+Arnold+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696855031913585010" border="0" /></a>It's that William Arnold bloke again. I got seduced by reflections of trees on water.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kWImlqrgHmhekkPtFfanKqQfd2QIjdnlVePXVgIJpRSMfwjpkOY5QIvppUtuuSf3g3F6vmDvRKOOBJ5LGgrGJa1IbY-G9skI5tW-hv_24n80yYDuJw4OwjN0bCP89Ou-qnQY0HK5TnZF/s1600/Zuzana+Mitos%25CC%258Cinkova%25CC%2581.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-kWImlqrgHmhekkPtFfanKqQfd2QIjdnlVePXVgIJpRSMfwjpkOY5QIvppUtuuSf3g3F6vmDvRKOOBJ5LGgrGJa1IbY-G9skI5tW-hv_24n80yYDuJw4OwjN0bCP89Ou-qnQY0HK5TnZF/s320/Zuzana+Mitos%25CC%258Cinkova%25CC%2581.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696855050261476130" border="0" /></a>Good feeling of fairytale, especially after watching "Three Nuts for Cinderella" (a Czech film, dubbed in Norwegian?) in Norway at Xmas. Zuzana Mitošinková.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WE067-WPZn03hAwEXI29swofrYID21NB5pn9-8Hdl8y0BPo9DalrY95igT76cO8Gre7bSN2wNpjdIT2aGgMn3BCu61QkKlF6aaflCaCs_-A3jHRwyeonsxoFNPmgCAg5YQ9rVama4wVv/s1600/Madeleine+Nilsson.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WE067-WPZn03hAwEXI29swofrYID21NB5pn9-8Hdl8y0BPo9DalrY95igT76cO8Gre7bSN2wNpjdIT2aGgMn3BCu61QkKlF6aaflCaCs_-A3jHRwyeonsxoFNPmgCAg5YQ9rVama4wVv/s320/Madeleine+Nilsson.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853337231395938" border="0" /></a>Brief addiction to horses. This photographer girl also takes the most excellent photos of my old "lover" Umut (we enjoy making moose noises at each other). Madeleine Nilsson.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHV9zJbiWjrCp_7EfdVYCR3lQC00ocGgXugFf2DlDUc950m6vjkf4nVhIystjUOCHGPQS38fRE5l76gA68Msd8iqOhE4K6w2Em9TzumPqr97mj8Ha-UmD8jGLt-M-6jseV1-0AnquJEQeO/s1600/Oliver+Morris.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHV9zJbiWjrCp_7EfdVYCR3lQC00ocGgXugFf2DlDUc950m6vjkf4nVhIystjUOCHGPQS38fRE5l76gA68Msd8iqOhE4K6w2Em9TzumPqr97mj8Ha-UmD8jGLt-M-6jseV1-0AnquJEQeO/s320/Oliver+Morris.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853812429590034" border="0" /></a>Don't usually like these nature laid over human photos - they've been far over done and have become repetative... but this one caught my eye. I have a question though, why do the models always look so moody? I'm sure I personally look happier in the great outdoors, rather than sadder... looking sad does not make you look pretty. Oliver Morris.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIa9BKVksldehFQDFbKDVkV5eM0g1wVBwl3fnvouZBsgDyrBzEiY1xK-_WyqURbSOEAgJRM1I8kZRDeXa7GvrCzsAzZnq1u3exHiuRC8gElYHl6wdEygB1QGOttBarW2EjtU7BOsVCTH2m/s1600/John+Rees.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIa9BKVksldehFQDFbKDVkV5eM0g1wVBwl3fnvouZBsgDyrBzEiY1xK-_WyqURbSOEAgJRM1I8kZRDeXa7GvrCzsAzZnq1u3exHiuRC8gElYHl6wdEygB1QGOttBarW2EjtU7BOsVCTH2m/s320/John+Rees.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853306749463682" border="0" /></a>Perhaps not the best piece of work from this artist, but I'm attracted due to the sun. Sunshine now, please. Warm stuff. John Rees.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkDMf2aaewDDNiYC8kAD6VO8deWs3LVail_zHia9oL8uNLX3CT7NrVNWC6dtEKJVreSkml1u6LazxSDNhmwerMC6diAJVZpKr5howMSDJbqP7cnn4rzXBiI2NKzqc9RIyd-_qZe82pvET/s1600/Kalash+women.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkDMf2aaewDDNiYC8kAD6VO8deWs3LVail_zHia9oL8uNLX3CT7NrVNWC6dtEKJVreSkml1u6LazxSDNhmwerMC6diAJVZpKr5howMSDJbqP7cnn4rzXBiI2NKzqc9RIyd-_qZe82pvET/s320/Kalash+women.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853318367622178" border="0" /></a>Aren't these costumes fantastic? Can I get away with painting small red dots on my cheeks? Kalash women.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqB3ie1dx6u-T63sIXMqwv8WjoZ02YjH9GJM0byFjjLTyUQps2jXL_TnVCgIaL_S2eM-4WLeQbIDtfZNX6vopAyNAbAhD4P4rzTFva9rZY8NH2soA9p5HF_9EhegYgsq86hnb9rQBKfd7u/s1600/vintage+bolivian+knit+hat+-+free+people.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqB3ie1dx6u-T63sIXMqwv8WjoZ02YjH9GJM0byFjjLTyUQps2jXL_TnVCgIaL_S2eM-4WLeQbIDtfZNX6vopAyNAbAhD4P4rzTFva9rZY8NH2soA9p5HF_9EhegYgsq86hnb9rQBKfd7u/s320/vintage+bolivian+knit+hat+-+free+people.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696855022873616610" border="0" /></a>And as if there wouldn't be enough colour what with the above outfits, I'll have this hat... too... vintage Bolivian knit hat found on Free People website (overpriced clothing, mostly).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQrtC0U5UeXd6z1LMM8pegcHSS9Tnb60FdefispIiajonIkEfn36HO7vHo4xWf7I839A6neNfCaNHMWbHX5ATEDnAZ_HQMEYC9Zg528uVDz7-ARChLg83IUkgqINdGF3zl5aigM8mb9vqS/s1600/lenticular+clouds+over+Yorkshire+BBC.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQrtC0U5UeXd6z1LMM8pegcHSS9Tnb60FdefispIiajonIkEfn36HO7vHo4xWf7I839A6neNfCaNHMWbHX5ATEDnAZ_HQMEYC9Zg528uVDz7-ARChLg83IUkgqINdGF3zl5aigM8mb9vqS/s320/lenticular+clouds+over+Yorkshire+BBC.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853323533137730" border="0" /></a>I found these lenticular clouds which look SUPER DUPER, and then my sister Elk showed me some called "mamatus" which look like boobs hanging from the sky. Oh clouds. I love you.<br /><br />A collection of HUTS. Delicious! I wish to draw more groovy little places to live. Found <a href="http://freecabinporn.com/">via</a>.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoO0_rBhzhzM01FXfZhI8SrZKXjIF93oaZKg81_2nNnYvZc-xKxQ0nR6sm_IOxheHirVvX-Z2cxv7fxToRhwjxisLWIxRA3uuVTJya7LpoFXhxgJv3pLGZTLou4T2Z-JWkLXivVBl-NFB/s1600/Dunton+hot+springs.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNoO0_rBhzhzM01FXfZhI8SrZKXjIF93oaZKg81_2nNnYvZc-xKxQ0nR6sm_IOxheHirVvX-Z2cxv7fxToRhwjxisLWIxRA3uuVTJya7LpoFXhxgJv3pLGZTLou4T2Z-JWkLXivVBl-NFB/s320/Dunton+hot+springs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696852504692632978" border="0" /></a>Good and proper and cosy. Dunton hot springs.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6HFJs0me3P-C0KSOtoYqNi1WeitwcBkWbaRf9NDkZ8sfhL4kEVO68VQruhqzdYV9iZvFygADNJ70x7ijoW2FgOrXDmHe_wysBWYltiuEMG_O-t2ib9romV7Q8YX9YD8fj27WWEzCVHFT/s1600/urnatur+wood+hermitage.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6HFJs0me3P-C0KSOtoYqNi1WeitwcBkWbaRf9NDkZ8sfhL4kEVO68VQruhqzdYV9iZvFygADNJ70x7ijoW2FgOrXDmHe_wysBWYltiuEMG_O-t2ib9romV7Q8YX9YD8fj27WWEzCVHFT/s320/urnatur+wood+hermitage.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696855015112629266" border="0" /></a>Always enjoyed a good grass roof, ever since first seeing them in Iceland. Urnatur Wood Hermitage.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMS_oXqSGmUqeAnnRvlQxsJ-CWXkifjgVMgF6Sbox6JZoPOdDX_S1eR0PnIqGbV8ng7j-C2d2wI75O9IL9oLxap0Ovrk1z4TOTREyZPZ2x12R3ojJ4DUBKbNHOVtugvDFQhuwUnXzcPb2e/s1600/Straumsvi%25CC%2581k%252C+Iceland.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMS_oXqSGmUqeAnnRvlQxsJ-CWXkifjgVMgF6Sbox6JZoPOdDX_S1eR0PnIqGbV8ng7j-C2d2wI75O9IL9oLxap0Ovrk1z4TOTREyZPZ2x12R3ojJ4DUBKbNHOVtugvDFQhuwUnXzcPb2e/s320/Straumsvi%25CC%2581k%252C+Iceland.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854677777952194" border="0" /></a>Oh cold countries... your style makes me so happy. Straumsvík, Iceland.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Gt3jYgiaCzusBJLE77G9T9gdBxqQkLDlrA2igpWrreP_9gsynSzhln70foqVR3MnOtZrbOAuUa_M3CTbxzE1IS-9ZRDfgUiaipe70mNBFqkE091kn8keIq9XVuIDQwApP8Hhu_a1bHp6/s1600/New+Zealand.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Gt3jYgiaCzusBJLE77G9T9gdBxqQkLDlrA2igpWrreP_9gsynSzhln70foqVR3MnOtZrbOAuUa_M3CTbxzE1IS-9ZRDfgUiaipe70mNBFqkE091kn8keIq9XVuIDQwApP8Hhu_a1bHp6/s320/New+Zealand.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696853799952282466" border="0" /></a>Look at it GLOW! New Zealand.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRi7vejgGyX99i7OwEmIW60a8kQ6OvyVYQgN1yD2vmRXHy4ZvKf1TA5QCn4JCGGC99riN-_KcRJwRGnga0E4s0fGaUjd9QR2bJpewqvljxWJsBupB2ShBoS68aeDEXOe0jjJiRMkZ_TzdA/s1600/Quebec.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRi7vejgGyX99i7OwEmIW60a8kQ6OvyVYQgN1yD2vmRXHy4ZvKf1TA5QCn4JCGGC99riN-_KcRJwRGnga0E4s0fGaUjd9QR2bJpewqvljxWJsBupB2ShBoS68aeDEXOe0jjJiRMkZ_TzdA/s320/Quebec.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854158768547842" border="0" /></a>Caravan... for ice? Fishing hut in Quebec.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVXWGnJetOBxm4eRKnMO4g6ZJF4GxgTn7PmUP2QD-jeQKElRKBbRqMX72b0JFPwJt1eX_nB5RGFlmhcuMcQO-SJkIYx94e3n9As0lhrzeh_S5C1OjAx2XaKzizT1zFQkGNpqscleUfgBu/s1600/Tree+tent.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVXWGnJetOBxm4eRKnMO4g6ZJF4GxgTn7PmUP2QD-jeQKElRKBbRqMX72b0JFPwJt1eX_nB5RGFlmhcuMcQO-SJkIYx94e3n9As0lhrzeh_S5C1OjAx2XaKzizT1zFQkGNpqscleUfgBu/s320/Tree+tent.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696854700193038818" border="0" /></a>So not a hut... but almost there. A tent up some trees. Yes.Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-24226722372706712682012-01-04T17:00:00.000-08:002012-01-04T18:21:20.578-08:00105. Honey from the hiveHmm... well, this post WAS going to be about my 2 weeks in Norway over the festive filled bit of the year, but I think instead I shall do a vague sort of round up about the past year...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">January.</span><br />The year was kicked in with a New Years Day walk with Lisa, Dave, Jennie, and some others around the Zennor area - I had a good natter with one about vans, and eventually after lying down / measuring myself against various vans around the Falmouth area I bought one!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9tawLuRwewfYY6Xe70eE4m5Z_u5c1rbpdd4RQt4UN4Yr0Ok3FUJbOLuJkB0zJdZ_BIsiymrAdn443cxowKu3qlNQIzBYARl6lY_l60DarvE79zN2Jv-s22u4S9IfdBPZaehhrpCxwoEv5/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9tawLuRwewfYY6Xe70eE4m5Z_u5c1rbpdd4RQt4UN4Yr0Ok3FUJbOLuJkB0zJdZ_BIsiymrAdn443cxowKu3qlNQIzBYARl6lY_l60DarvE79zN2Jv-s22u4S9IfdBPZaehhrpCxwoEv5/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693945621589275810" border="0" /></a>Hector... ohhh my 3 seated love. You're almost 1 year old, and you're still behaving, I hope you continue to behave for a long few years yet!!<br />Now having a vehicle certainly meant a lot more freedom, and also a LOT more to learn...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">February.</span><br />February was the month of DIY, with 2 lots of voluntary work at YHA's (Treyarnon Bay with Elk, and Lands End with Squidget), tie dying my bedding, and - much to the disgust of the vegetarians - inhouse plucking and gutting of a couple of pheasants as some sort of celebration for getting our dissertations printed and bound up all proper (I still wonder what on earth mine was about...).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmc90YcdY1DRagIasMEx-T_xNusbGTKcfRyQSjTDiKzvLPRnaoPGJE5Ww92apMZqFwyzBQTldJKqmlL9cSbkMxQJ5zyFx_XjrCxID7uh7JwOwOfenZ4MhFSnL4yWytfjA2HAG_oPz1YQ3/s1600/SNV83034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmc90YcdY1DRagIasMEx-T_xNusbGTKcfRyQSjTDiKzvLPRnaoPGJE5Ww92apMZqFwyzBQTldJKqmlL9cSbkMxQJ5zyFx_XjrCxID7uh7JwOwOfenZ4MhFSnL4yWytfjA2HAG_oPz1YQ3/s320/SNV83034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693948136082766818" border="0" /></a>Theres Squidget and Chris tending to the fire, was he to know that a year from that point he'd have a little baby? (It's due to be popped out by his lovely Katie at some point in February this year, 2012).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">March.</span><br />In March I started to notice change, and that we really didn't have long left in the lovely Falmouth house. My cousin Dan visited for a week, and with the help of Lisa I begun work on the insides of the back of Hector (creating a bed). After my birthday near the end of the month (25th March - take note!!), I went to live in Golant for 3 weeks to work.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKGlJprm4F-DCSBwQ6anDRmh1fRfVaPex7sCZgcla6ziUaZ2XmBd1zgKEd0ASVQuTy711uJJjkGXfPqpiH_wuj0V59xuC0jlU-87qI45C92Y9uqBX_AMN1MUY19ujPOlEWX6Gm0nn-ZAN/s1600/SNV83052.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKGlJprm4F-DCSBwQ6anDRmh1fRfVaPex7sCZgcla6ziUaZ2XmBd1zgKEd0ASVQuTy711uJJjkGXfPqpiH_wuj0V59xuC0jlU-87qI45C92Y9uqBX_AMN1MUY19ujPOlEWX6Gm0nn-ZAN/s320/SNV83052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693950046409072850" border="0" /></a>Here's <a href="http://verajohansen.blogspot.com/">Vera</a>, <a href="http://siljeface.blogspot.com/">Silje</a>, cousin Dan, and sister Elk rampaging about the living room as beasts. This month certainly was an odd time, noticing change.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">April.</span><br />ABERFEST. Well, THAT was certainly a fantastic middle-start to the month! The sun came out and shone brightly and hotly at us, and we went on a trip across the sea to Brittany, to sing dance and be merry. According to my sources (including my memory) nothing much else happened in April... Aberfest was just THAT eclipsing! AH! Yes, the most wonderful Peoples String Foundation gig at The Poly in Falmouth... but in some ways, that was just like the afterparty of Aberfest.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cyEV55MwFtAXuaJm8C_pMeXrx6rfT6EH9JgxedCR-gqozmWoLAVGFyfFNwLzaNryaLQNhRG5AHalxR070mu-Dp6Adz0V2LJfadgkobtIX0J5ABMXcsifHQmI8GQslkDSIc4I-Nq60bg_/s1600/033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cyEV55MwFtAXuaJm8C_pMeXrx6rfT6EH9JgxedCR-gqozmWoLAVGFyfFNwLzaNryaLQNhRG5AHalxR070mu-Dp6Adz0V2LJfadgkobtIX0J5ABMXcsifHQmI8GQslkDSIc4I-Nq60bg_/s320/033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693952221141625570" border="0" /></a>I do so hope that this years Aberfest (Falmouth based), will have such good luck with the weather as last years.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">May.</span><br />Eep, the month of proper realisation that my university life was surely coming to an end... it really didn't feel so long ago since I was dropped off in my room in halls and was pretty scared shitless (but quite excited) about being left purely to my own devices!! And now it was all nearly over. The majority of my illustration class went off to New York, where as I was stubborn (due to my slight hatred of cities) and decided to try London instead, which basically meant driving Hector from Cornwall to Surrey to deliver a vanload of my furniture. I stayed with Nina for a couple of nights, and then sprinted back to the adopted home county and breathed a sigh of relief! I really am born to be a country bumpkin.<br />This month was also that in which shenanegans with Mr William Arnold began, after we went on a drinking date to Jacobs Ladder pub and then he was drunk enough to put his arm round me on our walk back home. The start of a few months...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mycpHgqXw4IVQmtOwb2J4esHbec4rJXiK5GQbOtU0broiZ5yo5ZcYQiwZC2CMpY3kWZPUsnpsHhhCUV9vH7XIoof_EOj9iWBDnk0kompsLaUfcHE91EVJGlaLoA-1l8SUqVlmOfdXWbW/s1600/m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mycpHgqXw4IVQmtOwb2J4esHbec4rJXiK5GQbOtU0broiZ5yo5ZcYQiwZC2CMpY3kWZPUsnpsHhhCUV9vH7XIoof_EOj9iWBDnk0kompsLaUfcHE91EVJGlaLoA-1l8SUqVlmOfdXWbW/s320/m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693953989036944194" border="0" /></a>Here's <a href="http://ninacosford.co.uk/">Nina</a> outside her old Kingston home, she's certainly gone a lot further with her illustration than I have!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">June.</span><br />End of degree exhibition, packing up my uni career, sleeping on my floor mattress for the whole month, a very short holiday to mark the end, packing up house. The month of an end, the real end - it seemed. Time to go into the "real world". We partied enough - The Star Inn in St Just, Royal Cornwall Show, the Pentorr boys house, Pentorr gig, etc etc etc... but it was terrifying, non the less, and I became much miserable that evening I had to leave my Norwegians in Falmouth to go start my job in Golant. I may never live with them again.<br />I went on a real proper fancy date with Arnold, to a place which HAD to be booked in advance, and generally ate out all fancy a whole lot due to leaving & family being down etc...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5d1xR9VGvc6Twdku5U5xfjNgh9V-WoP4Bmf2eZw6JzNw0DUchIVvYX6WjwFtx7AQE6-1MxeEyA36d7iRvWNPp9Bqw3w2qQ2Pksi0dPQAF3u9vBkOvWaBTD-4_iIjyiybnrLPYDOwfsLx/s1600/w.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5d1xR9VGvc6Twdku5U5xfjNgh9V-WoP4Bmf2eZw6JzNw0DUchIVvYX6WjwFtx7AQE6-1MxeEyA36d7iRvWNPp9Bqw3w2qQ2Pksi0dPQAF3u9vBkOvWaBTD-4_iIjyiybnrLPYDOwfsLx/s320/w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693955809880272498" border="0" /></a>Goodbye, Falmouth study... you are still missed, despite your constant seagull poop splattered window, cold & draughtyness in the chillier months, and constant smell of fart... and I hope you, dear desk, are still being well looked after, and that possibly one day I'll come collect you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">July.</span><br />Golant. Month one of four. My original excitement wore off pretty quickly when I noticed that the time I could have been spending outside in the occasional sunshine (wet summer) was actually generally taken up by lying in bed and groaning after a long mornings work of making peoples breakfasts and cleaning their rooms...<br />Most weekends were spent with Arnold, infact due t0 the large lack of photos on Farcebook of me between June and September, most of my time was indeed Arnold related. I also saw Lisa, who was sadly rather ill for much of the time, and almost got a place on The Artworks "Startworks" programme...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8Fg2S1Ex8cEDq99VfpD7PPgTNxBa-nN6Avbnm7DsPFVHjd2CuPOBoeW4Yaeh3dgbaFZd35PwW4hgGNxfluQM7qfl_pEOBe0n2SyC5ozgP-uTrNbYM8eHvfBv1rudjCDI30rEeAq-aw-5/s1600/i2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8Fg2S1Ex8cEDq99VfpD7PPgTNxBa-nN6Avbnm7DsPFVHjd2CuPOBoeW4Yaeh3dgbaFZd35PwW4hgGNxfluQM7qfl_pEOBe0n2SyC5ozgP-uTrNbYM8eHvfBv1rudjCDI30rEeAq-aw-5/s320/i2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693958921444723666" border="0" /></a>I was tempted to be very mean and evil here and post up an image of Mr playing the harmonica starkers amongst a lot of tie dye... but I guess I shouldn't make things worse!! So here's a rather pretty meadow scene... we had a good picnic. The normal.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">August.</span><br />Finally got a new digital camera (not that I wasn't enjoying using cheap colour film!!) after my old one dying back in late March / early April. More adventures with that chap, and I got to sleep in Hector (by then having a proper made bed) a few times. I was making sure to make the most of my Monday/Tuesday weekends - getting out whenever possible to places I hadn't been in a while, doing some exploring, trying to catch some sun before it disappeared for the summer.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsbtGQgcvuq2OSt_RQ7pahy9k8NLiDUZ_azrAFpRYEwTkYVqKr4kKeT31KSMoQqYUEh84jXjWkcxXpKiPQyZRJ-sxKdxrswxlC1rj55y0ySiBuFqM0zbvMj2pmf1A2Gg_uSSWA8IFG9v2z/s1600/DSCN0051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsbtGQgcvuq2OSt_RQ7pahy9k8NLiDUZ_azrAFpRYEwTkYVqKr4kKeT31KSMoQqYUEh84jXjWkcxXpKiPQyZRJ-sxKdxrswxlC1rj55y0ySiBuFqM0zbvMj2pmf1A2Gg_uSSWA8IFG9v2z/s320/DSCN0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693960670314240146" border="0" /></a>Near Treyarnon Bay, an evenings stroll with some of his homemade elderflower wine. Evenings were getting noticeably darker.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">September.</span><br />Malewise, things have been going pretty tits up and argumentative... thankfully there was much to distract me as I had visitations from Imy, then the Norwegians (for GRADUATION!!); not that there weren't good times - sometimes it felt like it was going right, we visited National Trust areas, went on walks and found apple trees and giant puffballs to eat... but no. Obvious turbulence. I notice I'm writing about Arnold a fair load in this years thoughts... but I guess he was a pretty big part, for a while.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JoikWQA9D7bjVqaQ7fiNR4DWaV2he_hJ0Wx7TdX0mXEr2uXbwaIVxlNx-LAW2Rfu2iakoKtfymeAAHvqZjsi9hEy6eIEry7pgv__mOGJh08A9IAzr-KBE5_Q_-DevyfhSOvrXZzxneJR/s1600/DSCN0225.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JoikWQA9D7bjVqaQ7fiNR4DWaV2he_hJ0Wx7TdX0mXEr2uXbwaIVxlNx-LAW2Rfu2iakoKtfymeAAHvqZjsi9hEy6eIEry7pgv__mOGJh08A9IAzr-KBE5_Q_-DevyfhSOvrXZzxneJR/s320/DSCN0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693962455665061266" border="0" /></a>Theres Silje, Andy, and Rarr being all graduational... fun in it's own way, I'm glad I did it - even if it wasn't really my cup of tea!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">October.</span><br />A bit of a mental countdown going on this month... every spare day / day off I had I'd disappear off to Perranporth to hang out and be a fellow cool duuude to Phil (friend, and manager of YHA Perranporth - my boss to be!!). Rescuing dead robins at work, taking part in a YHA team challenge with Phil, Paul, and Chris, meeting new (Belgian) mates, and singing in a Perranporth based Celtic fest. All in all, Perranporth based despite still working at Golant. And then... the time came! I packed up, and left Golant.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkiC7rvLgFi74HHVRD3lBd9wMI8NSgbHzx2rF45W-NFfoMC5Kt2C2iOD3Bb0oxj5XnSIJnRv9zV4s3_FNpp70rlfkDekugl8m8q2BWKPV7zROmdzyQMCoyYNawxqbpzmWQ54jCzz0eOEDB/s1600/DSCN0307.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkiC7rvLgFi74HHVRD3lBd9wMI8NSgbHzx2rF45W-NFfoMC5Kt2C2iOD3Bb0oxj5XnSIJnRv9zV4s3_FNpp70rlfkDekugl8m8q2BWKPV7zROmdzyQMCoyYNawxqbpzmWQ54jCzz0eOEDB/s320/DSCN0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693964049764322162" border="0" /></a>An end to many things, including Arnold (he didn't die, I just treated him like crap and so it ended. I've learnt lessons!).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">November.</span><br />Starting with a very short week in Perranporth, I then went on travelling my chunks of Cornwall and ended up at a WWOOFing place Tregoss Barton on The Lizard (an ex-leper colony, don't you know! The Lizard in general, that is...). Most fabulous to be outside so much, except for when the weather got the better of me... a visit from the sister broke it up nicely, but I decided that I would leave in mid December rather than the end of February as it just wasn't the place for me.<br />A couple of little arguments here and there, a rather strange breakdown, and two gigs.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAb1tJ6u6dcl03NTE5K1frb0SJTo_DYLx8yowMsm6RDxZK-Av5Le1mDLX-ExsSEfSoDKaelQY2aoirAliJzcdiuxas8MUtzPw7SFa0ByY4GDe-zW9vZ870I4YpQ-znIHh5JD33xHYZQLwN/s1600/DSCN0451.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAb1tJ6u6dcl03NTE5K1frb0SJTo_DYLx8yowMsm6RDxZK-Av5Le1mDLX-ExsSEfSoDKaelQY2aoirAliJzcdiuxas8MUtzPw7SFa0ByY4GDe-zW9vZ870I4YpQ-znIHh5JD33xHYZQLwN/s320/DSCN0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693965567566377138" border="0" /></a>An average evening scene at T.B. Abba, dogs, crafting. Admittedly the shown dog (Ruby) was not the normal dog... (that was Dogga).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">December.</span><br />Wow, this last half of the year sped past so fast...<br />2 weeks WWOOFing, being highly excited about the latter half of December, leaving, thinking of what was to come, definately getting the Perranporth hostel job for this coming season, oh excitement! I felt as mad as Dogga the dog. The majority of the second half was spent in Norway (on this subject I shall write later, as I really should do a write up about it), and the first half was taken up with half hearted weeding and getting bitten a lot of times by bugs around my ankles.<br />Apart from Norway, not much of significance happened...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij2aY9Gy8ok3JRsc0nAm-7o59KVunz64HOEegRBiGZ_KeyZMUmaTHIgVmpl27cIBPdx0H94lZA_eaLJjFa9ICxQOXrqtyKvkeruyckxrQ4YYYeYZ5pa6REPEGomvhZpCHN_vl-OZL9CgSZ/s1600/DSCN0528.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij2aY9Gy8ok3JRsc0nAm-7o59KVunz64HOEegRBiGZ_KeyZMUmaTHIgVmpl27cIBPdx0H94lZA_eaLJjFa9ICxQOXrqtyKvkeruyckxrQ4YYYeYZ5pa6REPEGomvhZpCHN_vl-OZL9CgSZ/s320/DSCN0528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693966869262022914" border="0" /></a>The month of rainbows.<br /><br />So thats it really... will I post again, copy what many others seem to have done - things I want to do in 2012? Who knows...<br />I'm not too sure as to what I want to do, maybe it could be a good idea.<br /><br />Good night.Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-79240408897671587472011-12-11T13:22:00.000-08:002011-12-11T15:42:53.763-08:00104. Damn that door...9<sup>th</sup> December<br /><p class="MsoNormal">Well… here we are… back at Perranporth! This time it’s just a 2 night stay though, making Phil keep to his word of helping me in-shoo-late my van. Mmhmm. It’s been a quiet night after a busy afternoon and evening, after decorating Jonathon’s house for x-mas (he has almost appalling taste in decorations! Although managed to find the best, and I reckon they look pretty good now) (if you’re reading this Jonathon, I mean appalling in the nicest way possible!!). Drove to Falmouth under a dramatic sky – behind me on the Lizard (apparently an old leper colony! Hence “Lizard” after scaly people…) the clouds were pitch black and looming, in front of me there was the low winter sun, catching on a rich variety of fluff, bulge, and wisp… all interwoven.<br />Arriving in Falmouth and parking up on my old road to collect my post, no one in; I’m told they’ll be back in a short hour, so I skip off to The Front for a “cheeky” half pint of Heligan Honey, and to steal the free WIFI. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was strange, in The Front… it’s so the same but so different. Like the conversation I had with Mr Daniel John O’Shea “Falmouth hasn’t changed, but the people have left”. Not all the people have left, there’s still the regulars at the bar – the balding long haired chap in the plaid shirt, guy with a 1970’s haircut who brings his own tankard, and a bald chap who Dan tells me, plays bouzouki and is loud (if you’re wondering, it was a cyber version of O’Shea as he was on the MSN).<br />No Brian, though. The chap who always had one eyebrow raised over his chunky black frames. Perhaps he’s remained overseas for good. There was still Matt and whatshisfaceotherbarmanager behind the bar, still my drawing on the wall, still “Juggling Boy” and a few other long haired hippy sorts (and dog) wandering in, still the festive mulled cider for £2.50 a mug. But no loud (and getting louder when drunker) Norwegians, no blacksmiths breaking into song, no old men winking at us and joining in or making us dance (I guess it is a Friday, not a Monday), and no fellow classmates coming in and then being avoided or greeted depending on mood and inclination. The world (Falmouth) is a funny place, when all good is gone. So I did a Lisa, and had my drink and used my internet in the corner, on my own.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Things got even weirder when I went and knocked on my own front door! Of course, it’s not my front door anymore… for I don’t live there. Yeeeess I could have let myself in… I may or may not still have the key (for nostalgia purposes, perhaps?) but knocking seemed appropriate. The girls answered – they’re creatures of the party. The no singing/dancing/swearing owl & his frame had gone from the wall by the front door, the shoe rack was an actual real shoe rack rather than a bookcase, and my “please leave post at so and so” sign was still on the door! But it was a bit greener and furrier than before. Ahh the damp of 4 Marine Crescent. Nice girls, though. I was invited in briefly and we had a quick natter – the girl who has my old rooms likes my desk, and wants to add to the scribbles and pictures on it, they really liked the painting work I’d done in the downstairs bathroom & the antlers in the living room (they’ve become a great photo opportunity of anyone and everyone who appears, I may try find these girls on Facebook to see what our house looks like with other folks parties), and best of all, THEY HAD MY POST! Phew, panic over.<br />Back in the van, driving off to Perranporth. And so that’s where I am now.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br />This evening, with lack of Phil to talk due as his new woman is down from London (LONDON!!) I’ve drawn stuff, and nattered to a volunteer. Oh how we judge people on their looks… he looks pretty average – short hair, Super Dry t-shirt, hoody, jeans, trainers of sorts… but then he’s very much into things such as ley lines, the moon, and even witchcraft! Perhaps he was a Goth type back in the 80’s, he’s certainly got some appropriate tattoos on his arm for that. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our rather good conversation trailed off slowly as the “bedtime” tea that Phil gave me set in, and so now I’m in bed (in the hostel!!! On a bunk!! Van has to stay condensation free for tomorrows in-shoo-lating) and soon to sleep. I do enjoy a good conversation. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Will I jump in the sea tomorrow? Maybe. I am in company of Phil, and that tends to end in the sea (the volunteer jumped in wearing just his summer suit yesterday, and he survived!). Currently I’m also fancying going down the hill into town to buy a pasty from the butchers, and acquiring some veg for the evening meal of pheasant. Hom nom nom. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Zzz… and now, to sleep… with the sound of windswept waves bashing about at the bottom of the cliff. Mmm…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">10<sup>th</sup> December.<br />My! How the days fly! Isn’t that just such a fogeyish thing to say? It’s true, though.<br />I’m not going to give a complete rundown of what I’ve done today, I’m sure no one wants of needs to know everything… not even me if reading back in the future… however it mostly consisted of scrambling down a cliff path, hiking across a beach, a rainbow, splashing through (and half sinking) through the “Great River Perranporth” which runs across the beach (…soggy feet…), arting & crafting, insulating the roof of my van, eating a scrummy yummy pheasant with Phil (followed by ice-cream & brandy filled dark chocolates), and an evening half taken up with talking about much and many. Mostly Phil’s new giiirlfriend Clare, the website Plenty Of Fish, reincarnation, and me coming to work here. Eee! I’ve warned him that the hostel at some point may become totally over run with potato wedges in various flavours (Ally demands them, if she comes to visit us. In bulk. Wedges in bulk, that is… not Ally… although after all the wedges she could also be in bulk). </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And now to finish it up, I’m in bed with a mug of “bedtime” tea, so if I start typing a bunch of bollocks then you can tell it’s set in… </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shit, and now I’ve actually forgotten what I was going to write in the first place… is this bedtime tea or memory loss tea?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m pretty damn excited about coming to work here starting March! Of course it’ll only be 20ish hours a week… so that’s roughly £6500 a year (before tax & all that stuff), but there is the potential to get a second job – I’ve been considering bar work at The Watering Hole down on the beach. Phil has also mentioned that Ben Attwell has mentioned the possibility of me getting into the whole “come stay at YHA’s in Cornwall!” sort of thing, not quite advertising but near enough, in my spare time (of course… there should be a budget for that!). And not forgetting getting my head down & cracking on with some ARRRT. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I can’t wait to have a few more shared meals with Phil (when we fancy being jointly sociable), and actually being able to talk to guests rather than have polite short conversation before cracking on with cleaning/cooking. AND BEING ON A CLIFF. And putting my input into the place (I’ve suggested Mooncup adverts for the back of toilet doors, as Phil would like it to be a green beacon hostel, and he’s into Surfers Against Sewage and Mooncup is waste free apart from the cardboard box & booklet which it comes with (which can be recycled!). Of course you can’t tell everyone to convert to Mooncup’s and the like, but I think the word of them should become far more widespread) (wow, long bracketed area).<br />Maybe I’ll get to paint some fun little things on walls, I reckon that it’s good to make guests smile, and hostels should NOT all look the same, and they should NOT all be magnolia in colour (this one isn’t magnolia… it is however a dodgy peach colour in most of the rooms… but not magnolia!). Yes of course there will also be downsides, I could get bored of spending all my nights in my van (but there’s ways around that), and there’s no definite chance of me being able to find elsewhere to store some of my stuff (I hope I do find some studio space), but… not many downsides. If I was anyone else, I don’t think I’d survive 10 months in my van. But I’m not anyone else. I am definitely Bex. Rebecca A.something Bourne. Funny, that. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Here’s to hoping that I won’t get fed up with Perranporth as I did Golant! Cheers! (with the rest of my almost cold bedtime tea).<br />And with that, I bid you bonne nuite.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">11th December.<br />Insulation - DONE. Well, roof & majority of the sides, anyway. The important bits, certainly. Now all I have to do is make the roof look all pretty (bring on the hippy drapes!), and paint patterns (but not too many of them) on the wood panelled sides - the wood must still be able to breathe, though! And then... entertain company! My own little house. Very crowded house, it will be... with all my stuff... argh...<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Does anyone ever read this? If you’re reading this, then please do leave a comment! It doesn’t have to be anything interesting, or clever, or even good… I’d just like to know who does, out of interest. Not that it really matters.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">There have been loads of rainbows recently. Heres one Tregoss Barton (here) on The Lizard, and one from Perranporth beach.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWB6K52DBN08lIeI1EZXtkT9L6wbWlzvdrGhuB0aBrWuFFW1HsfHHOs38X8CPd-fPq7KEpVsTasO8ab2m7xfhzcfaWOsE3XoRpp18bzsyIqUjlQhwcoY8IGkTqTymnLRiWwzEJZ2gQSIQt/s1600/DSCN0528.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWB6K52DBN08lIeI1EZXtkT9L6wbWlzvdrGhuB0aBrWuFFW1HsfHHOs38X8CPd-fPq7KEpVsTasO8ab2m7xfhzcfaWOsE3XoRpp18bzsyIqUjlQhwcoY8IGkTqTymnLRiWwzEJZ2gQSIQt/s320/DSCN0528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685019919614603282" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8btGksXFyhD1xgnAAw7BUOTK05ZGsl5pCaS-CzQLPH0OZa8Jh1mwwo8Bfe0SKv5VV4w5GjuqjYP0GyX3mUUpRnd4EGDHRO4OFgyCSLgZERRrlLMsKm9FlB3sepYDH2CrVk4QGJQZn10dt/s1600/DSCN0533.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8btGksXFyhD1xgnAAw7BUOTK05ZGsl5pCaS-CzQLPH0OZa8Jh1mwwo8Bfe0SKv5VV4w5GjuqjYP0GyX3mUUpRnd4EGDHRO4OFgyCSLgZERRrlLMsKm9FlB3sepYDH2CrVk4QGJQZn10dt/s320/DSCN0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685019927376053106" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Stuff I've done, finished or not!</p><p class="MsoNormal">First up! Thought from an image from "Girls Skate Fal". I do indeed with I could skateboard, though... but then, I wish I could do a lot of things. Am I down with the kids for making this piece?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEL4crbrdgcqT_qTbTjkh2yWAY7lGSblH0kumX9BRru9c_T2S0JacfNXPRoH2SuVrXjcZm19K_Jyg2NBU1xptYbBjEjOAKbw7xCixEn04_2bF5FAL1XhcJ7GuTyydBRqz1GK_a44MCsZHJ/s1600/OHTOSKATE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEL4crbrdgcqT_qTbTjkh2yWAY7lGSblH0kumX9BRru9c_T2S0JacfNXPRoH2SuVrXjcZm19K_Jyg2NBU1xptYbBjEjOAKbw7xCixEn04_2bF5FAL1XhcJ7GuTyydBRqz1GK_a44MCsZHJ/s320/OHTOSKATE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685014795286278834" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Potential final logo for Aberfest, slightly changed from the last one. (UNFINISHED!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvTKj4_cadkElKgmTYWUtX6odUhAlPZYkEoEoCa11q37_tR0_neveqjJI7Ugqe82OkL5hbi3vw0vCSUQOWQheTsa6t26k5yAxAXrf1gqWtCfNbmKr2ya0OIm4nEhilmkzlG4l2LzIDNQ_/s1600/scans.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvTKj4_cadkElKgmTYWUtX6odUhAlPZYkEoEoCa11q37_tR0_neveqjJI7Ugqe82OkL5hbi3vw0vCSUQOWQheTsa6t26k5yAxAXrf1gqWtCfNbmKr2ya0OIm4nEhilmkzlG4l2LzIDNQ_/s320/scans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685014813580509810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Miss Scriven asked me to create an image of Dave and herself adventuring... whether she really meant it or not, who knows! Here is the basic starts (UNFINISHED!!!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1qcl5P_OTBiLYR-aK67l9L7WJqEbI-J_s5CLZnFO9R5oz1mpjNgVlBdkv97IGHnDRhusWHYUJ_1A7WhmZ_RFgdOZE7syUh9xLOu_bOIt2_zGd5WkTL5V6IoFSQanD2Yt0xfwDPnIbvLHJ/s1600/scans_0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1qcl5P_OTBiLYR-aK67l9L7WJqEbI-J_s5CLZnFO9R5oz1mpjNgVlBdkv97IGHnDRhusWHYUJ_1A7WhmZ_RFgdOZE7syUh9xLOu_bOIt2_zGd5WkTL5V6IoFSQanD2Yt0xfwDPnIbvLHJ/s320/scans_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685014803462207506" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Other folks work!<br /><br />Amber Cassidy. This piece is a wrap round cover for a compilation CD on “For Folks Sake”. Although looking at other pieces of her work I can see huge space for improvement this piece is really lovely! Especially the silver birches.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXXQlth6ipk_kWj89osFZKrENyq24kGZKGgG4JgTq_4x54oiQCKjzbLpHq9CTnV4aoVOlxDxvX8X2GBobltnX4OMJYMmcXV4KHvK3G9TNaVcbtWVAxS5dVO7ywjlIZi96JKZJCbAwP5_9/s1600/Amber+Cassidy+%2528For+Folks+Sake%2529.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXXQlth6ipk_kWj89osFZKrENyq24kGZKGgG4JgTq_4x54oiQCKjzbLpHq9CTnV4aoVOlxDxvX8X2GBobltnX4OMJYMmcXV4KHvK3G9TNaVcbtWVAxS5dVO7ywjlIZi96JKZJCbAwP5_9/s320/Amber+Cassidy+%2528For+Folks+Sake%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685011386038026850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 207.5pt">Hanna Konola. Very very simple, in some ways a bit TOO simple, but effective non the less. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjGXzif27wYSWvgY79ixEaGiDF2Lq2pqUAKqc1luJY5fziowpTgkRA54inBU0jwvEDSpM6PjJNI1wPUOMFRSL-Dn__yUJul5rVOSK9DD0HEE5oqb8N4X9OEfqazMxvS-E-7nxj-d1-iq4/s1600/Hanna+Konola.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjGXzif27wYSWvgY79ixEaGiDF2Lq2pqUAKqc1luJY5fziowpTgkRA54inBU0jwvEDSpM6PjJNI1wPUOMFRSL-Dn__yUJul5rVOSK9DD0HEE5oqb8N4X9OEfqazMxvS-E-7nxj-d1-iq4/s320/Hanna+Konola.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685011393877816930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 207.5pt"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 207.5pt">From the shop of “Hole in my pocket” on Folksy, a pretty fun card! I’ve got this on here more for the quote which I do certainly mean to use… (reminds me of an event years back, of my family sitting at the base of a large cross on the Cornish coast near Boswinger, singing “I’m a Scruffy bear and I don’t care, I look up peoples underwear!” – most of you won’t understand this, as it’s a song about my sisters bear, Scruffy) (it was really fun).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkILWePNeXKdY5xuNrUQR3lNVMlcVBMz3wxL-aR5PvNuoT5Wh4p1PLdWFT46aJ4aSupwzM8lVgvdVpwbtk6pR3s4bO9VxwO7KQIhvmns_jrKldZD69B-Z4FplVykNUrU73Q_tpbw6tuJhp/s1600/Hole+In+My+Pocket+%2528folksy%2529.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkILWePNeXKdY5xuNrUQR3lNVMlcVBMz3wxL-aR5PvNuoT5Wh4p1PLdWFT46aJ4aSupwzM8lVgvdVpwbtk6pR3s4bO9VxwO7KQIhvmns_jrKldZD69B-Z4FplVykNUrU73Q_tpbw6tuJhp/s320/Hole+In+My+Pocket+%2528folksy%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685011409824679170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="">I found this via my friend and ex-classmate, Michaela Meadow. Although it's pretty - like her stuff, I don't think it is... I could be wrong! Who ever it is created by, I think it's GREAT.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUvL6aqW5Of0GA0Np3hLvqFsawPfV9RBAusdA5dOMfWL8mRuU6N111HYQAwIPV7bvodXt4dGV2pl4D5pKVyU516yUSKPiLM-_zj2vF-0iyh6q21yLvF-NJdrBXrFU3Ljkt860l26O5CmS/s1600/via+Michaela+Meadow.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUvL6aqW5Of0GA0Np3hLvqFsawPfV9RBAusdA5dOMfWL8mRuU6N111HYQAwIPV7bvodXt4dGV2pl4D5pKVyU516yUSKPiLM-_zj2vF-0iyh6q21yLvF-NJdrBXrFU3Ljkt860l26O5CmS/s320/via+Michaela+Meadow.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685014823356713906" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 207.5pt"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 207.5pt">Rebekka Seale. I’m not sure if she’s been doing the entire alphabet like I have (well, HAD), but this is laaavly. Nice wing jumpers.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRjEChbjnHC84pgxSghvbr687XE8nGp9Ep6H-5CLzpavFkw4JyMnqh9H5JYzErIEU2sAPRY2zTGkzS7DkumHhffe47ndvpXWS-HaEtPBW7Gc3BloQ-taMxLmT4lwIJOEvliOHnk6u8us9/s1600/Rebekka+Seale.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRjEChbjnHC84pgxSghvbr687XE8nGp9Ep6H-5CLzpavFkw4JyMnqh9H5JYzErIEU2sAPRY2zTGkzS7DkumHhffe47ndvpXWS-HaEtPBW7Gc3BloQ-taMxLmT4lwIJOEvliOHnk6u8us9/s320/Rebekka+Seale.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685011416095962914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 207.5pt"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 207.5pt">Zander Olsen. I’ve seen a couple of bits of his work floating about the sea of interwebs recently, so I’m guessing they’re a bit “cool and hip”? But anyway. I like scenery. And arted up scenery.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4aEWYGTtFQuItE0Ux401gFj3Llfns88G0EtABcLo6OUjQ7oBIModKwqnIovHtaV5Z4iyUPV-J60-2Z7zAdzT8AFwzpuMdW7WOcZApJT8xscaKMWUkd8KtzHB5xIZ5VYOXFgQQCqeQbY-q/s1600/Zander+Olsen.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4aEWYGTtFQuItE0Ux401gFj3Llfns88G0EtABcLo6OUjQ7oBIModKwqnIovHtaV5Z4iyUPV-J60-2Z7zAdzT8AFwzpuMdW7WOcZApJT8xscaKMWUkd8KtzHB5xIZ5VYOXFgQQCqeQbY-q/s320/Zander+Olsen.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685014831607639090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 207.5pt"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 207.5pt">Last but not least… William Arnold. Perhaps I’ve chosen this bit for a different reason to the others… I’m not too sure if this is one of his pinholes or not, but we went here in the summer. I remember we stood right here by the manmade waterfall and the spray wafted over us, which was rather refreshing as it was a pretty hot day. Previously we’d sat and had out normal weekend picnic lunch (which if you’ve read my posts from over the summer, you’ll be fully aware of) in a meadow. Everything was bright blue skied, and green leaved – full of colour, and we were very happy! Where as this photo seems dramatically bleak, with water which has turned to a deep flowing pool of black ink. Not sure if any of that made sense. It did to me. Talented chap, that Arnold. I wonder if he’s found out anything more about the big competition.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QMtdqeXffBlLckAeBd2snE-FvoOZ_LfkCmPUSztZ2pBc41axLJFHVRy3G66_15niqaC-lfS0nELZ6bG5nijvwTYd9gfx68QstkeoATgeBQbn9GBwxbxfqiDKK5py-BSHzzLItWM_gtaI/s1600/William+Arnold.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QMtdqeXffBlLckAeBd2snE-FvoOZ_LfkCmPUSztZ2pBc41axLJFHVRy3G66_15niqaC-lfS0nELZ6bG5nijvwTYd9gfx68QstkeoATgeBQbn9GBwxbxfqiDKK5py-BSHzzLItWM_gtaI/s320/William+Arnold.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685011427513627058" border="0" /></a></p>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-74942072589213593212011-12-01T09:29:00.000-08:002011-12-02T10:13:44.598-08:00103. A view of the seaZzz... tonight is a night for being cozy and eating chocolate and watching a costume drama with Forest (we've decided on Wives and Daughters... BBC series! 300 or so minutes of silly frilly dresses? Yeeeah).<br />It's a strange evening... Anthony and Dogga left just before lunch, back to London, and so now it's just Forest, Johnathon and myself. Quiet, and far less excitable (due to Dogga's absence, I shall miss the morning excitement of "OHHHH! MORE PEOPLE! OHHH! THIS IS SO EXCITING!" which Dogga seemed to always get.<br /><br />Life here at Tregoss Barton, Tregaminion, is otherwise continuing as per usual. There are always more hedges to plant, more earth to move, more weeding to do, as well as other shorter jobs.<br />The weather has got a fair load colder over this past week, and it looks like it's to get rather speedily even colder over the weekend (annoyingly I may be in my van at that point, with no hot water getter! Brrr...). Funny to think though, that this time last year it had snowed at least once.<br />Earlier I looked through a few photos of late November / early December from 2010 and got reminded of the good time Silje & I had when we invaded Lisa's forge when it was snowy, how we pulled each other about on the knocked together metal sledge, cooked sausages over the forge fire. At some other point Silje, Vera, & I got on the minibus for BTCV, rather unsure of where we were going... turned out we were going to Exeter. In snow. From Cornwall. Cornwall + snow = a lot of people going "AAAARGH! WHAT DO I DOOOO!" and Norwegian's constantly doing something halfway between laughing and rolling their eyes "HAHAHAHA... suckers".<br />Ahhh... how time flies.<br /><br />On the mention of time, MAKE IT FLY FASTER! Not that here at Tregoss Barton isn't nice, but I really can't wait to see my HOMIES in Reigate area, and then off to Norway for 2 weeks of happiness and getting fat! Silje keeps reminding me how many days it is until I get to Norway. I hope the weather acts the same as the time I was there for x-mas in 2009... cold the night I arrive, and then snowing a little overnight, before we went into town (Stavanger) to go x-mas shopping and then it started to SNOW AND SNOW AND SNOW AND SNOW AND SNOW. I wasn't wearing terribly appropriate shoes.<br /><br />Last weekend I had a good time. On the Friday we had a half day, and so Forest & I drove up to Gwithian where we went for an afternoon walk along Godrevey & then up to watch seals off of the point (somehow managing to walk AROUND a big rain cloud, and only get vaguely dampened). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgAFprqAkpVsleU0s39BaDuDVI0_Y7R8DPvq2GftYorGTHVZr4yV8DZiCww1TXVzc0zB0x3qrB6S1OFkLFTzy7PICBfOHqPveSsLHuvxt70oTExgOVCUkJ47Cnw_alyNVvRNUSMk5o-lA/s1600/DSCN0473.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgAFprqAkpVsleU0s39BaDuDVI0_Y7R8DPvq2GftYorGTHVZr4yV8DZiCww1TXVzc0zB0x3qrB6S1OFkLFTzy7PICBfOHqPveSsLHuvxt70oTExgOVCUkJ47Cnw_alyNVvRNUSMk5o-lA/s320/DSCN0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681326211839093170" border="0" /></a>(Watching the sun collapse on Godrevey)<br />It got dark and I drove to Camborne station (getting a tad lost) to pick up my sister Elk. That night we have fun playing in the barn on the trapeze, a wobble board thing, and with the weighted hula-hoop before Elk settled down in Gypsy wagon Ellie, and sleep was had. The next day we headed off towards St Just, going via Penzance for me to pick up a few things from Archie Brown's health food shop ("dirty hippy" toothpaste, deodorant, and some Yogi "Men's tea". Interesting, yes?). There were Morris Dancers about and it seemed to be some sort of mini town festival going on, lots of well dressed people out.<br />Driving on, we got to St Just & snooped about, briefly snoozed in the back of Hector (afternoon-itis set in after our lunchtime pasties!) and then before it got dark drove off down the hill into the Cot Valley, right to the end of the road/track to the small carparking area. Sat and watched the sea for a while, I was half soaked by a rogue wave, supper and some cider in the back of Hector and then a 25 min walk back up the hill to St Just to have a couple of Rattlers and a rum & Shrub in The Star Inn - there was an old chap there, playing and singing cover songs. Bad, but good.<br />That evening we slept in Hector, it was pretty windy and rainy, lots of seaspray ending up on the windscreen, and the morning came along nice and blue skied. A lazy morning, and then driving the scenic way back to Camborne along the coastal road between St Just & St Ives, stopping to look at mines and cliffs and rocks on hills as we went, briefly stopping in at Perranporth to see if Phil was in (he wasn't... probably surfing). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMxg3dsf7QamSRwVHk75n_ozdhGXA4f5uwEVpyaDz-0gAomwLQZzgG8mnJIQb734tpM4issZ38nTr2h9iJuimPAz0mbY9WcM6RME9EIhNlVMsLMFXmUAG4t4ZzTAygC3nsXQMqxCL_B4H/s1600/DSCN0495.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMxg3dsf7QamSRwVHk75n_ozdhGXA4f5uwEVpyaDz-0gAomwLQZzgG8mnJIQb734tpM4issZ38nTr2h9iJuimPAz0mbY9WcM6RME9EIhNlVMsLMFXmUAG4t4ZzTAygC3nsXQMqxCL_B4H/s320/DSCN0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681326219120240562" border="0" /></a>(Cliffs near Pendeen lighthouse / a load of mines)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6g83C88wnhoeIxn6Ig46cPu1cDU8lLqmZnhDDvqph6aASoQa_sP3ZZ_8Gkl54HGalUcmRtUAaaLnQF6zMVnP5BnjN0Ovy2NE4zxGRvSEKvhAm44BPjWmVNkPijLuHFma6RHF0e54ks9-/s1600/DSCN0505.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6g83C88wnhoeIxn6Ig46cPu1cDU8lLqmZnhDDvqph6aASoQa_sP3ZZ_8Gkl54HGalUcmRtUAaaLnQF6zMVnP5BnjN0Ovy2NE4zxGRvSEKvhAm44BPjWmVNkPijLuHFma6RHF0e54ks9-/s320/DSCN0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681326226281977858" border="0" /></a>(Cowpat splat style rocks near St Ives)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAJ8ubol0TlWiG2eCqPJu2mrOEUszvP6RwXnPFRo8ZbZL1d724hAINTmWK_lBmdAWXt4cVIzDmmuKUFmw0u_z7Fr0aJsbElzo8Nt9RhKhBzv7J0g0zWGo53IEj_-UkoJrvbep601QAm4S/s1600/DSCN0520.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAJ8ubol0TlWiG2eCqPJu2mrOEUszvP6RwXnPFRo8ZbZL1d724hAINTmWK_lBmdAWXt4cVIzDmmuKUFmw0u_z7Fr0aJsbElzo8Nt9RhKhBzv7J0g0zWGo53IEj_-UkoJrvbep601QAm4S/s320/DSCN0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681326236655741074" border="0" /></a>(Playing about on the rocks near St Ives)<br />Then I dropped her back at Camborne, she managed to just about catch the train.<br /><br />Otherwise I haven't really done much of note... this week has been relatively crafty, creating some x-mas cards, a couple of presents, etc...<br /><br />So now some links:<br /><br />I mostly like the front page of <a href="http://www.emilywinfieldmartin.com/">this website</a>, although not ALL the work...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.roguetheatre.co.uk/winter-wood/">This</a> looks like an exciting event to go to!<br /><br />And some work by other folks (none from me this time, the work which I HAVE created is all to be kept secret for a little while!).<br /><br />Alan Brown... watercolours, I presume? Block shapes & pattern appealed.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEqIFzUOszYpPWSm0SiWfh9gcXNYB3XV_U3vfTMxL1yornkha8OU1wBqYvbr74mFZNo6P5LZtOXjs-LKBuonbUMn0XylVcDl_kT7dTFcXP3sd6gJpPJZmNDpPPdGU_XK4IGQkjoDkVRbV/s1600/Alan+Brown.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEqIFzUOszYpPWSm0SiWfh9gcXNYB3XV_U3vfTMxL1yornkha8OU1wBqYvbr74mFZNo6P5LZtOXjs-LKBuonbUMn0XylVcDl_kT7dTFcXP3sd6gJpPJZmNDpPPdGU_XK4IGQkjoDkVRbV/s320/Alan+Brown.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681232687744142402" border="0" /></a><br />Caitlin Keegan. A rather attractive 2012 calender...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPSuGCViRW6aQodnZsm5vlcCqt8exLnM5vPZYBv-v_4hanZEC668Foxpg0DWIfx-1nwJ92r3px2Z_c4Dl3_CxXnahQUtY83jkosvLinLv63lxcxrE9hKsvKHFTQ4J_KjLXMsqr2T5UuAQQ/s1600/Caitlin+Keegan.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPSuGCViRW6aQodnZsm5vlcCqt8exLnM5vPZYBv-v_4hanZEC668Foxpg0DWIfx-1nwJ92r3px2Z_c4Dl3_CxXnahQUtY83jkosvLinLv63lxcxrE9hKsvKHFTQ4J_KjLXMsqr2T5UuAQQ/s320/Caitlin+Keegan.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681232703681268562" border="0" /></a><br />Carmen Segovia. Like the way things have been shaded, really.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdnwpyupaj4vW9-Hmsz77D6FoqLGhD4O4ylRzt4069IvO7BZzPBxsibHfUgklgymjMjcURU3BaqnR_C2BWwgQLIiDhWByYze487EEftp-eqfV2nWXd2uz5J0GuPWyNeaeETelNbXoSwZl/s1600/Carmen+Segovia.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdnwpyupaj4vW9-Hmsz77D6FoqLGhD4O4ylRzt4069IvO7BZzPBxsibHfUgklgymjMjcURU3BaqnR_C2BWwgQLIiDhWByYze487EEftp-eqfV2nWXd2uz5J0GuPWyNeaeETelNbXoSwZl/s320/Carmen+Segovia.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681232715135640674" border="0" /></a><br />Helen Musselwhite. Cut out patches of pattern / texture... mmm.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UFYkAgul3AXU0CR03ZIVJ-s_2OK_iMFdfs9e8HNDVvVz2WsUmAx9Xhqd49q8bg-hekqHC9XLiYIj5WfjIHkO_UxVLHRCLftm8HACxhDYRQDYHIN-83xCcOuD2gHC8nsAzZrwpYQWjmvH/s1600/Helen+Musselwhite.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UFYkAgul3AXU0CR03ZIVJ-s_2OK_iMFdfs9e8HNDVvVz2WsUmAx9Xhqd49q8bg-hekqHC9XLiYIj5WfjIHkO_UxVLHRCLftm8HACxhDYRQDYHIN-83xCcOuD2gHC8nsAzZrwpYQWjmvH/s320/Helen+Musselwhite.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681232724169117074" border="0" /></a><br />Lotta Nieminen. Mmmmm shapes! Simple!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sVEyVstqpbEyR7GrmUJUi0-zFxyXz3v1xRoq2Mf5EpBmBw3CrSHe35VQLUvUhDhagghSskGZ_ErRDJRF0OeS-0xuI1MEZh1jm-LZu-YST3JefD5_XM7w4zRTp7vLkdOsbRs3eg2ftqD0/s1600/Lotta+Nieminen.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sVEyVstqpbEyR7GrmUJUi0-zFxyXz3v1xRoq2Mf5EpBmBw3CrSHe35VQLUvUhDhagghSskGZ_ErRDJRF0OeS-0xuI1MEZh1jm-LZu-YST3JefD5_XM7w4zRTp7vLkdOsbRs3eg2ftqD0/s320/Lotta+Nieminen.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681237042465664306" border="0" /></a><br />Tartaruga Feliz. Nice idea of cards... they each have bits of stories on the backs of them.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGPd4ZXkDp8xXYsy4gwOCob4z3TQJHktZTNOph3G0HCb4Zq-bDEC3YrNT2-bcYZLrBDyBqVg60ZqYV7ZFGSkK4Zs49-kC65un-3TDa0kkql8zNuTfnJ9H9lsjCzi2lZ6Ks8i-cRGbC7r4/s1600/Tartaruga+Feliz.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGPd4ZXkDp8xXYsy4gwOCob4z3TQJHktZTNOph3G0HCb4Zq-bDEC3YrNT2-bcYZLrBDyBqVg60ZqYV7ZFGSkK4Zs49-kC65un-3TDa0kkql8zNuTfnJ9H9lsjCzi2lZ6Ks8i-cRGbC7r4/s320/Tartaruga+Feliz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681237065664286306" border="0" /></a><br />Yalena Bryksenkova. Simply lovely.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49s5XCQnYIhXqQCwLL6kM1sbz9MqhHIbAS_5BqW-uqj-mLDWJMWR4j3IqOXtWaQVmdJwhKGZwwi5wcDvFJSNpT55deiJw2R75sgcAc2uFaSgdJWTKbT4alO9_iYmYPnOjnKYnhEq4OOkG/s1600/Yalena+Bryksenkova.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49s5XCQnYIhXqQCwLL6kM1sbz9MqhHIbAS_5BqW-uqj-mLDWJMWR4j3IqOXtWaQVmdJwhKGZwwi5wcDvFJSNpT55deiJw2R75sgcAc2uFaSgdJWTKbT4alO9_iYmYPnOjnKYnhEq4OOkG/s320/Yalena+Bryksenkova.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681237441336748322" border="0" /></a><br />Smalladventure (Etsy). Oh gouache.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagnPUUGY8ok4UTIMdMtRGY1R56Lt6IUtZV4Ra23KVokldHWYd0SU0mgx6Yr8EMzUCd5D4h5BPt93EtpnGOAEk76wG3PPmNy5_tDSC5eFE8dukZvabpC-gwEjOTL6xu9tKVf6jKp4RNOLD/s1600/smalladventure+etsy.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagnPUUGY8ok4UTIMdMtRGY1R56Lt6IUtZV4Ra23KVokldHWYd0SU0mgx6Yr8EMzUCd5D4h5BPt93EtpnGOAEk76wG3PPmNy5_tDSC5eFE8dukZvabpC-gwEjOTL6xu9tKVf6jKp4RNOLD/s320/smalladventure+etsy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681237061380200386" border="0" /></a><br />Via Suckmydog (Tumblr). It jusy appealed...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpu-eOFfdozrTisfVA-IA-AdmPJeQpcAFTP31_VcIFPzqIDujhS7Uh5Cvf674J_OK95zVRp_lRQzNyYHK0dZ_8CaAn4S_8oZgxi0HNo1sCfQQRuHajvNgf3O41v6uPtBfftxu0wGVBcLEo/s1600/via+suckmydog+tumblr.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpu-eOFfdozrTisfVA-IA-AdmPJeQpcAFTP31_VcIFPzqIDujhS7Uh5Cvf674J_OK95zVRp_lRQzNyYHK0dZ_8CaAn4S_8oZgxi0HNo1sCfQQRuHajvNgf3O41v6uPtBfftxu0wGVBcLEo/s320/via+suckmydog+tumblr.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681237427985072770" border="0" /></a><br />Via Magnolia-Bats (Tumblr). Can't go wrong with a good moon.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OW2L6mLotyAAjMdtyE01h36b2at7Ek1AvJthy2cCBKZrLFWWsY0TOj_Kl52wabsP7uDs23CnCnWPGjWcfT1tU86fl3owU7alXu_H3gtOc7JTO_BjMR8jy9zMmStn8EZ77QIbpO-DvRNU/s1600/via+magnolia-bats+tumblr.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OW2L6mLotyAAjMdtyE01h36b2at7Ek1AvJthy2cCBKZrLFWWsY0TOj_Kl52wabsP7uDs23CnCnWPGjWcfT1tU86fl3owU7alXu_H3gtOc7JTO_BjMR8jy9zMmStn8EZ77QIbpO-DvRNU/s320/via+magnolia-bats+tumblr.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681237426871238274" border="0" /></a><br />Via Allegorys (Tumblr). Psychedelic goodness!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYg9-R0tj36CJLXEVlzs0V2t-pzNANf9iKqgqcFdE9GFEiUnuqcRlKN-2AN-Clyz0LiFUbeMWWr1iw4BratwIPnm_Vevow6tWkwvkR5CBI40G-ebGrBzAXD6aaaViMPw-uKAzAlyFmefvc/s1600/via+allegorys+tumblr.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYg9-R0tj36CJLXEVlzs0V2t-pzNANf9iKqgqcFdE9GFEiUnuqcRlKN-2AN-Clyz0LiFUbeMWWr1iw4BratwIPnm_Vevow6tWkwvkR5CBI40G-ebGrBzAXD6aaaViMPw-uKAzAlyFmefvc/s320/via+allegorys+tumblr.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681237071471333890" border="0" /></a><br />By Steven Meisel. Don't have a clue who the woman is, but that hair? Delightfully scruffy!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUhyphenhyphencNYQmTx1qehCQlD2sDUGJCt0uSuAXfnx8E2S-47uTMRoyXg07ZGaUCs_0Y1oWfF8fD1U3qzcM6vbl6bLZNQcX0jLB_64JstjSj8UYXrpuml2JAAQBfkDxxjbJ4l-onzpflsAXPPu8/s1600/by+Steven+Meisel.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOUhyphenhyphencNYQmTx1qehCQlD2sDUGJCt0uSuAXfnx8E2S-47uTMRoyXg07ZGaUCs_0Y1oWfF8fD1U3qzcM6vbl6bLZNQcX0jLB_64JstjSj8UYXrpuml2JAAQBfkDxxjbJ4l-onzpflsAXPPu8/s320/by+Steven+Meisel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681232691040331922" border="0" /></a><br />Mourning ring via even*cleveland. Appeals to my pirate side o'thangsss. Please?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms8ebgUhsIRR2Ko79-bT4PgRkxq0ajygRKeLbwJzN0nyQKVQT-TK3guHHpHkTF-GV0L5UXNOmSsn8vrj2bQM65eVY4rECEcnGk9XU8oYFRRYv2DivLFeFBwZ0q0A7VUK4t6PYdmsjyTfU/s1600/Mourning+ring+via+even*cleveland.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms8ebgUhsIRR2Ko79-bT4PgRkxq0ajygRKeLbwJzN0nyQKVQT-TK3guHHpHkTF-GV0L5UXNOmSsn8vrj2bQM65eVY4rECEcnGk9XU8oYFRRYv2DivLFeFBwZ0q0A7VUK4t6PYdmsjyTfU/s320/Mourning+ring+via+even*cleveland.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681237046173362706" border="0" /></a>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-32620473908093107222011-11-19T08:36:00.000-08:002011-11-19T10:49:51.133-08:00102. And the sky was blue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEl17WsuKs7FntxXJh6A76q6jy7BeD-qfjkt_YVD_uIkamdeumdC9rvAGzJvQkIb7pxNU-gDTtyGD9TiyaTOUyzpzOi9MiUg7EphlE9iQwnm5VH9DC6adUqjxcsG6sx3tAZMKbBcWiSkE/s1600/A+frame.jpg"><br /></a>Ahhh so here we are again…<br /><p class="MsoNormal">I’ve been here at Tregoss Barton for just short of two weeks now, still un-sure what to make of it. It’s definitely NOT what I expected, but what was I to expect, really? The only other WWOOFing place I’ve ever really visited would be Culdess, and that was more of a holiday that a place to live & work.<br />As I’ve told various people, in fact pretty much aired to the world, it’s luxury (to an extent). For the majority of the time I have a KING SIZED (not the afore mentioned double) bed with a down duvet, an en-suite with shower, and 2 windows both with a good view (although tonight I’m in my van as Johnathon’s daughter is coming down). Daily food is good, starting with a breakfast of porridge, honey, juice, and tea (herbal, none of that nasty brown stuff!) before working for an hour and a half up until 10:30am for “tea break”. Most of the time this will consist of fresh bakes bread toasted (2 slices each), spread with whatever we can ever imagine – I generally opt for butter and Marmite for the first, and whatever takes my fancy for the second… “patchwork” seems to be the current favourite, with one quarter just butter, another butter and Marmite, another peanut butter & Nutella (like those Reeses peanut butter cups), and the fourth could be cherry conserve. Oh, and more tea (a whole little teapot for meee!). Another 2.5 hours of working before lunch at 1:30pm (yes, it’s pretty regimented!) which either Johnathon, Forest or I will cook. Johnathon likes creating pretty much anything (my favourite so far being the vegetable coconut green curry), Forest seems to lean towards stews, and on the one occasion so far that I’ve cooked it’s been pasta bake with olives & sundried tomatoes… I need to find some pescatarian recipes which aren’t too spicey (sadly the majority of my recipes include meat or spice… eep). After lunch there will be another 2 hours of working before ending at 4:30 and having the rest of the evening off to fend for ourselves.<br />Work for me mostly consists of digging small trenches to plant hedges in, landscaping the top field, digging turf, etc. Recently found that the compost toilet is a pretty good place to briefly hibernate when the wind gets too cold, and that the horse box (we have no horses) has a shower in it. Work also includes constantly throwing a stick for Dogga the dog (if he gets his own way and I don’t chuck it up a tree). </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Who do I work with? Currently here, there is myself, Johnathon the chap who owns the place, Anthony who’s been here a while but soon to leave – in his spare time he makes surfboards out of wood and hopes that they float, Forest who I met a few years back in Bristol, and Dogga the dog (Anthony’s). We all seem to get along pretty well.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_ibB4u_vE8AxtGqwP4EsdOE-cl8A1aknk8dbRCrRaN_YtkXlEUEpQr2PssHZZ83wuxpLKj2GzPIndhsYHRQzXiTC_gD1UsWFP2DdNRNFU-LmcxsBbG62pbDRkJLmopk1166LdVJNv2WK/s1600/DSCN0347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_ibB4u_vE8AxtGqwP4EsdOE-cl8A1aknk8dbRCrRaN_YtkXlEUEpQr2PssHZZ83wuxpLKj2GzPIndhsYHRQzXiTC_gD1UsWFP2DdNRNFU-LmcxsBbG62pbDRkJLmopk1166LdVJNv2WK/s320/DSCN0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676760852278787986" border="0" /></a>Me... with a found toad on my head, outside gypsy wagon "Ellie".<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhix3-G58HRMjzzEFi-kDxbGoFpTTqyFXz2PrHLTI9NaUtS-IvHXIO8hsptz_yUU8V__4zfPJWFKraLsqBH86xKtD3rqHFcs4FHQKJQkZw32pDu3UI6NzBHPRyD419Vkw6kSIQUP1yN0pHq/s1600/DSCN0360.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhix3-G58HRMjzzEFi-kDxbGoFpTTqyFXz2PrHLTI9NaUtS-IvHXIO8hsptz_yUU8V__4zfPJWFKraLsqBH86xKtD3rqHFcs4FHQKJQkZw32pDu3UI6NzBHPRyD419Vkw6kSIQUP1yN0pHq/s320/DSCN0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676760870577832194" border="0" /></a>Beans I got out of the other beans. Pretty pretty!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtCOcSEgsLhnSyg0zpHcXYiAENJxembpcp2b0lE3mbG4RU78ylARIIll2FfxPqjHfEeJkLtOzv0xJ8cdayeDPTGz58kTVc-EaDPApmFj-EfKnblJ6DEDG4SVQ3MP5iYI3Oc0xon_4h97P/s1600/DSCN0354.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtCOcSEgsLhnSyg0zpHcXYiAENJxembpcp2b0lE3mbG4RU78ylARIIll2FfxPqjHfEeJkLtOzv0xJ8cdayeDPTGz58kTVc-EaDPApmFj-EfKnblJ6DEDG4SVQ3MP5iYI3Oc0xon_4h97P/s320/DSCN0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676760856330759826" border="0" /></a>Dogga & gypsy wagon Rosie, up in the top field (my field)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSxsDn1MsPjzKgT9t6jGYpXTQOB-JmxxUQi9pwgwau99MtDIReWB9tsdlyqhofcw42QYsyIK9mKCCUpAEgF33c_urapU2EYowhU5LCNJrzEpfCY-NvKSSBxD85igLGQiMIehjLnaNcWuDF/s1600/DSCN0427.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSxsDn1MsPjzKgT9t6jGYpXTQOB-JmxxUQi9pwgwau99MtDIReWB9tsdlyqhofcw42QYsyIK9mKCCUpAEgF33c_urapU2EYowhU5LCNJrzEpfCY-NvKSSBxD85igLGQiMIehjLnaNcWuDF/s320/DSCN0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676760877971322386" border="0" /></a>A lovely lichen coated stick.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br />So have I had any life out of WWOOFing? Yes I have! My first Monday night Lisa came along and we went to a nearbyish pub called The Five Pilchards where we drank, ate, and were merry… then last Friday, Forest & I drove to Falmouth after “work” and met up with Lisa and Phil to see Peoples String Foundation playing at The Poly; they were really good as per usual (though not as fantastic as that time back in late April / early May) although it was very odd seeing them for the first time without Lukas on double bass (since he abandoned ship to go to 3 Daft Monkeys a while back…). Everyone seemed to enjoy things and that night I slept in my van just up the road from my old house. Good nights sleep, surprisingly! Except for the small moment of slight worry when someone decided to shake the van...<br />On the Saturday I ran a couple of jobs for myself about Falmouth then drove off in the lovely sunshine up to Gwithian on the north coast, there I parked up next to Anthony & Dogga and found Phil. All was good, I sat in the sun on the cliff for a while watching people out for the day on the beach and in the sea, drawing up sketches for pictures and pondering life. Later that day I drove to Lands End YHA to meet up with a few folks & went to a strange but good (better if I wasn’t so tired & slightly grumpy) gig at St Just town/village hall. Blue grass band called… oh I can’t remember. Blue something? Sunday morning I woke & drove back to here on the Lizard; to get to anywhere from here it’s a pretty long trip as we’re stuck right down on the pointy bit of Cornwall! Can see Falmouth from the top field, but it takes an hour or so to drive as the Helford river gets in the way.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIodhXG35-LwryRlA0JzGayRvIW-i5evTDOEBrkOUraYQqvERXizEidmPeqth84c1CFQj5_Xu81_pxGHF74b5rVPxo8-_LwGt3iKcF7-pqFCBi1-uRjrKDRd71VZM86Tvoo-RlDsiFE5S/s1600/DSCN0368.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZIodhXG35-LwryRlA0JzGayRvIW-i5evTDOEBrkOUraYQqvERXizEidmPeqth84c1CFQj5_Xu81_pxGHF74b5rVPxo8-_LwGt3iKcF7-pqFCBi1-uRjrKDRd71VZM86Tvoo-RlDsiFE5S/s320/DSCN0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676760874114901826" border="0" /></a>The bluegrass band...<br /><br />Evening activites here have included playing Boggle, watching a DVD, and scribbling.<br />A rarer activity happened yesturday (I’m guessing by the time this is posted it’ll be more than yesturday, but the day really isn’t important in this tale). I was just digging turf up by compost bog, when a strange techno trance track came on on my iPod! I’d been singing along to previous tracks and so thought “gyerggh! What is this?!” but for some reason decided to give it a chance – perhaps because it was 24 minutes long.<br />Soon enough, I actually got really in to it and decided to have a bit of mental dance time – carefully tucking myself out of sight behind afore mentioned compost toilet so that if any fellow co-workers were to come along they should not think I was doing a ritual towards the toast God, or something (toast God is a VERY good God). Part way through my manic dancing, I noticed two things:<br />1) pretty much all of my “groovy moves” (is that what we call things to do with trance / techno music? Probably not…) were somehow related to more agricultural tasks such as, well, digging ditches and waving pitchforks. Trying to correct this and look a wee bit cooler in case any dog walkers passed in the field behind I soon noticed that<br />2) it was far too soon after lunch, and this strange dancing really wasn’t doing much for my digestion. Never the less I continued for a short while longer until it just got too much, and then stopped.<br />I had fun, though. I do miss the feeling you get when you step into Cyberdog in Camden and feel all the strange electronic bass penetrating you in a way which feels almost dirty.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br />Apart from the deranged dancing, and tonight watching Dogga frantically humping his doggy bed for a good hour (mixed up with a quick lap around the kitchen table every 5-10 thrusts), not much has occurred. Tomorrow Forest & I are off to Porthleven in search of wool & good meaty pasties, and maybe I’ll even get out again – sadly I can’t get hold of anyone via their tellingphones.<br />What a shame the strange (and un-repeatable on this here public blog) dream I had the other night cannot come true in some ways.<br /><br />Over & out for now, as I’m getting REALLY COLD and need to curl up UNDER my duvet!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saturday 19<sup>th</sup> November, I’m the size of a whale (Forest & I drove to Porthleven to rape & pillage the wool shop, so I made use of the fact I was there and bought me a flakey steak pasty from Horse & Jockey, then watched the waves. Mmm).<br />Wool acquired, we’ve now made camp in the conservatory to make use of the wool. Yesss.<br /><br />My van bed this morning (9am)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4f0iBvH_hZJ7MzfIA9AnslXaaorPdewBb6qiBAau06oTaGwDen9fXxXVJ690UJFcPLIFuLwXq0G0ZxivxunDPFgTstKMZp11EqmTluAFxJLZwhGP3cjwwLYRTsE1_Ff8HmsclTpkT-9Tu/s1600/DSCN0433.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4f0iBvH_hZJ7MzfIA9AnslXaaorPdewBb6qiBAau06oTaGwDen9fXxXVJ690UJFcPLIFuLwXq0G0ZxivxunDPFgTstKMZp11EqmTluAFxJLZwhGP3cjwwLYRTsE1_Ff8HmsclTpkT-9Tu/s320/DSCN0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676770104707549746" border="0" /></a>Watching waves in Porthleven.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV4roZJzMPWqG5VubMceapYezCCdFpgKxkLr77CZDP8TLky1ta_-zSdZAfB_HdOxftARSiWG0XVgalPASzaGHxCc2L_jfG7o-HWX8sSEEoTJNhZI8AxDF5V1gjPziYYJUyyxnoWL0RL68/s1600/DSCN0444.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV4roZJzMPWqG5VubMceapYezCCdFpgKxkLr77CZDP8TLky1ta_-zSdZAfB_HdOxftARSiWG0XVgalPASzaGHxCc2L_jfG7o-HWX8sSEEoTJNhZI8AxDF5V1gjPziYYJUyyxnoWL0RL68/s320/DSCN0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676770110109972930" border="0" /></a>Porthleven lichen. Delicious.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSl05gMTw9uBL5YLIfpU9oahJYHgo-2y1wPHbMQyUQRbilhws6qY99DNZPpAQBomsmViGtcxFVk7yzXG79w-JcGmyh0zcxl-1J3_poQaR98LcWdSQ2IKVeOp8L1Xn0hIkfnrSZMpb3EB-/s1600/DSCN0449.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimSl05gMTw9uBL5YLIfpU9oahJYHgo-2y1wPHbMQyUQRbilhws6qY99DNZPpAQBomsmViGtcxFVk7yzXG79w-JcGmyh0zcxl-1J3_poQaR98LcWdSQ2IKVeOp8L1Xn0hIkfnrSZMpb3EB-/s320/DSCN0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676770114175910978" border="0" /></a><br />Work wise I've been mostly doing a "30 day drawing challenge" in the evenings, pretty much just doodles... as well as a couple of wave based things.<br />30 day samples:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_o4D6l2I8QWoZQPuSJ6wky-flEveZIrMhQ1ANXgoAPAWxa5pLCGOhALdYFqAxnbN0c-RIUX6-cvIVDPzG85GtrsezEwlSkE37V9fkTorYaL3kJs0Id9UeVaLHlZeWl-C-0rf8mYwir45q/s1600/1Bex.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_o4D6l2I8QWoZQPuSJ6wky-flEveZIrMhQ1ANXgoAPAWxa5pLCGOhALdYFqAxnbN0c-RIUX6-cvIVDPzG85GtrsezEwlSkE37V9fkTorYaL3kJs0Id9UeVaLHlZeWl-C-0rf8mYwir45q/s320/1Bex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676776886677846850" border="0" /></a>(myself)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImiwjXoVe0n_Eqz_iTziz10PUnL1ueeEL-sk0aJ6TnMT0PoejpNZbe8LUr06OThiDt-27FxYT0e3PyZA6KOJIzZD1HTo6_jC2Ykq7aZcj1Wc5PQm9robUwJ-M9j4MVuVq010DNkoamA8L/s1600/2hare.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImiwjXoVe0n_Eqz_iTziz10PUnL1ueeEL-sk0aJ6TnMT0PoejpNZbe8LUr06OThiDt-27FxYT0e3PyZA6KOJIzZD1HTo6_jC2Ykq7aZcj1Wc5PQm9robUwJ-M9j4MVuVq010DNkoamA8L/s320/2hare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676776891431551458" border="0" /></a>(my current favourite animal... hares)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLb7sijY5-HAFOzs21jmHG5OkULF84QfRdYtrqmeJoMa4eeKs-qLsPaLw52RKXduntrjbyF0PmQudKKg_jXV4wj58BqPoRCCxUUZkxXVm_9wgCwaGP3I3wgct6s2PW-MgZf-gSPxdAObk/s1600/5norwegs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLb7sijY5-HAFOzs21jmHG5OkULF84QfRdYtrqmeJoMa4eeKs-qLsPaLw52RKXduntrjbyF0PmQudKKg_jXV4wj58BqPoRCCxUUZkxXVm_9wgCwaGP3I3wgct6s2PW-MgZf-gSPxdAObk/s320/5norwegs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676776897119088306" border="0" /></a>(my favourite friends!)<br /><br />Wave observations:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspOK5s7V-a841-l0Xgr_aD4EfMD4zf6k72wxucLgbq5ovn-w2DdSepMPW7V3cEYuE9vwIRqGHXcGLkawNC7D1wLcCVrrSjn5SL8_iA5EFXjT9CeleU-EiEnNzFccCbRVPyLMDK87W0CPY/s1600/wave+study.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspOK5s7V-a841-l0Xgr_aD4EfMD4zf6k72wxucLgbq5ovn-w2DdSepMPW7V3cEYuE9vwIRqGHXcGLkawNC7D1wLcCVrrSjn5SL8_iA5EFXjT9CeleU-EiEnNzFccCbRVPyLMDK87W0CPY/s320/wave+study.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676776916219980914" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEl17WsuKs7FntxXJh6A76q6jy7BeD-qfjkt_YVD_uIkamdeumdC9rvAGzJvQkIb7pxNU-gDTtyGD9TiyaTOUyzpzOi9MiUg7EphlE9iQwnm5VH9DC6adUqjxcsG6sx3tAZMKbBcWiSkE/s1600/A+frame.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEl17WsuKs7FntxXJh6A76q6jy7BeD-qfjkt_YVD_uIkamdeumdC9rvAGzJvQkIb7pxNU-gDTtyGD9TiyaTOUyzpzOi9MiUg7EphlE9iQwnm5VH9DC6adUqjxcsG6sx3tAZMKbBcWiSkE/s320/A+frame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676776907270294530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And now for other folks creations!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-wFwLThBGw5QabafeH8MzuEDDGXL_7ImS459-wDILQoQT4qohApauxZZzB5fPLxTlv3AfJyGn20OJ8-CQLUT4pd0YRRrfg-KXC_VXzHO4kRAzfKtBL7d0aI_90SXZzO9tC8jBdiq1SFN5/s1600/Levi+Feldt.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-wFwLThBGw5QabafeH8MzuEDDGXL_7ImS459-wDILQoQT4qohApauxZZzB5fPLxTlv3AfJyGn20OJ8-CQLUT4pd0YRRrfg-KXC_VXzHO4kRAzfKtBL7d0aI_90SXZzO9tC8jBdiq1SFN5/s320/Levi+Feldt.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676774048419237154" border="0" /></a>Levi Feldt. Please.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68kNLSuyLONd97N6-yTHz5KkGvzbX4VnR9s1bhwU7lWN8qDiM-SIRfm0wDQuCYGWWIZ2wsXtti0sLB5XFqiAOhZPf0FsCVzFnOngXnVhtS0p6FoJNJNU1uXhHE7BBW29OOSEmchIj6ssY/s1600/Ellen+Rogers+photography.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68kNLSuyLONd97N6-yTHz5KkGvzbX4VnR9s1bhwU7lWN8qDiM-SIRfm0wDQuCYGWWIZ2wsXtti0sLB5XFqiAOhZPf0FsCVzFnOngXnVhtS0p6FoJNJNU1uXhHE7BBW29OOSEmchIj6ssY/s320/Ellen+Rogers+photography.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676774037645197730" border="0" /></a>Ellen Rogers photography.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68kNLSuyLONd97N6-yTHz5KkGvzbX4VnR9s1bhwU7lWN8qDiM-SIRfm0wDQuCYGWWIZ2wsXtti0sLB5XFqiAOhZPf0FsCVzFnOngXnVhtS0p6FoJNJNU1uXhHE7BBW29OOSEmchIj6ssY/s1600/Ellen+Rogers+photography.png"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-atPekn1oNERRdkEDhoaeolfvFwAm0DDFp9cIeOgd7x4Z69OyVvW81z7MQ3OQsVzXFAr-yKodJkEYnSGEqrRJljWuuB4dZILBSPWWm9taDHU4-9X9cTYZXf_CKIwwXV6B0ZHVCshgkDLg/s1600/Cassandra+Smith.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-atPekn1oNERRdkEDhoaeolfvFwAm0DDFp9cIeOgd7x4Z69OyVvW81z7MQ3OQsVzXFAr-yKodJkEYnSGEqrRJljWuuB4dZILBSPWWm9taDHU4-9X9cTYZXf_CKIwwXV6B0ZHVCshgkDLg/s320/Cassandra+Smith.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676774037255855410" border="0" /></a>Cassandra Smith.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJstOwpqORX3CsYaqNnEtJCUtEd0dZjfjYVVf6KIAc0Dc0juvRR_SlJ8NyeoyQPQ28abBXuqM9Qp0VAFji2TRsqCCtuHO4OYDOOnaCJS4FLrHmEVWtwSxvs39yMc0L4r48F584_MgIBQaA/s1600/Rima+Staines.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJstOwpqORX3CsYaqNnEtJCUtEd0dZjfjYVVf6KIAc0Dc0juvRR_SlJ8NyeoyQPQ28abBXuqM9Qp0VAFji2TRsqCCtuHO4OYDOOnaCJS4FLrHmEVWtwSxvs39yMc0L4r48F584_MgIBQaA/s320/Rima+Staines.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676774051445804370" border="0" /></a><br />And Rima Staines... I've been following her (online only, sadly!) for a while now, her work never ceases to impress.<br /><br />Some websites which caught my eye:<br /><br /><a href="http://honestlywtf.com/diy/diy-pom-poms/">Pompom bunting, I shall make this... maybe for my van...</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.booooooom.com/2011/11/14/homeroom-show-at-subtext-gallery-re-imagine-childhood-drawings/">Re-imagined childhood drawings</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.celtic-sheepskin.co.uk/ladies/clothing/ladies-skirts-trousers-123/sheepskin-wrap-skirt/">I'll have this really expensive skirt, please</a><br /></p>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-39165569666847531812011-11-13T07:07:00.000-08:002011-11-13T08:45:08.836-08:00101. Say something dumbA post, almost entirely devoted to the innards of one of my (recently re-found) sketchbooks from over the past while!<br />Hurrah!<br /><br />Front cover, mostly used as a portable cutting mat.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Vr9PYeBw6TzTB7Zil4Yn73-Gu-ApenLQEXRdfvFEDrftsMinTYNxaSQ7xD4NFSDQ1LRE_iak3chMSm56zpTef5gqnQilAdlqqOw4cnj01fLaW00HsdFNUoQ1aLlGQWiLD4O7jgAk_iUb/s1600/DSCN0369.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Vr9PYeBw6TzTB7Zil4Yn73-Gu-ApenLQEXRdfvFEDrftsMinTYNxaSQ7xD4NFSDQ1LRE_iak3chMSm56zpTef5gqnQilAdlqqOw4cnj01fLaW00HsdFNUoQ1aLlGQWiLD4O7jgAk_iUb/s320/DSCN0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674507126334748610" border="0" /></a><br />Page one. Bus/train numbers for hopping about the Peak District. And squashed plants 2010.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkSqNPGZvDDxno-GZKs92XrZIWKm7_GuqC-nm8J6qL_XKGUl1FsrKwc3QjU0WGxuGbII_-YIrn32gI2-xVVWHfZyoFVuKlDQyPhOeXGFN9rdERDzNOb572wWqWeHMeCQ-rQWd_t23b3uT/s1600/DSCN0375.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkSqNPGZvDDxno-GZKs92XrZIWKm7_GuqC-nm8J6qL_XKGUl1FsrKwc3QjU0WGxuGbII_-YIrn32gI2-xVVWHfZyoFVuKlDQyPhOeXGFN9rdERDzNOb572wWqWeHMeCQ-rQWd_t23b3uT/s320/DSCN0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674507128576672082" border="0" /></a><br />Playing Boggle with Squidget... and poppies from Dorset 2010.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tp3lSAc02B_qWr-blux8aai9ir0Ozn0AOzWrYnugNSLi68oe4HcCBnin4e1fakUpelN3QwUI6dyQs9yJQ5AJp_H4u41UFAnjb63A2B5OT75tXE1fha7Fp9tUOHGWZnLTkElsgkJ0UsIy/s1600/DSCN0376.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tp3lSAc02B_qWr-blux8aai9ir0Ozn0AOzWrYnugNSLi68oe4HcCBnin4e1fakUpelN3QwUI6dyQs9yJQ5AJp_H4u41UFAnjb63A2B5OT75tXE1fha7Fp9tUOHGWZnLTkElsgkJ0UsIy/s320/DSCN0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674507133969483586" border="0" /></a><br />Squidget in Peak District 2010.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1C4_3Elt8MgsuU1VFKg1VKQLHPbiIgqLghRL84X6HRjcNI5-7AroIDigMJjGNU3ylypcxQwALdQZdkCK2M1-kC1DICmFxS9nXVHgljadPKgUiEgU735yRYtmrLOm2TB07eyJsMh7fp1W/s1600/DSCN0377.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1C4_3Elt8MgsuU1VFKg1VKQLHPbiIgqLghRL84X6HRjcNI5-7AroIDigMJjGNU3ylypcxQwALdQZdkCK2M1-kC1DICmFxS9nXVHgljadPKgUiEgU735yRYtmrLOm2TB07eyJsMh7fp1W/s320/DSCN0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674507140504576818" border="0" /></a><br />Hills in Peak District 2010.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3H9-QI7egFlIyXeNtaNnhZxiISRK7yBv3-_WrOnELVl9vsn72nRASZBLnfexKbHPv2v0Lo3fXo3qywOv6v909CubCQHsWEaSjCav2UzHyuryhn2-y_9tIosTjkqj2byx8S8kDVi_ihr2/s1600/DSCN0378.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3H9-QI7egFlIyXeNtaNnhZxiISRK7yBv3-_WrOnELVl9vsn72nRASZBLnfexKbHPv2v0Lo3fXo3qywOv6v909CubCQHsWEaSjCav2UzHyuryhn2-y_9tIosTjkqj2byx8S8kDVi_ihr2/s320/DSCN0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674507146819502002" border="0" /></a><br />The girl now in third year illustration with REALLY LONG HAIR 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvVyIMpgOoDjKtWg6RKv8Zm9M4G-fgaHcf7kv5ZXKGRx3SY3187DJc2GTxFfmn8ThyNLRV0eY1bvzGiUI2ForQYZS1hMPdIvoVjzv_6FMo7JCWkXGeVKhjdXup_85K24mmfhMaIUbBVAA/s1600/DSCN0379.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvVyIMpgOoDjKtWg6RKv8Zm9M4G-fgaHcf7kv5ZXKGRx3SY3187DJc2GTxFfmn8ThyNLRV0eY1bvzGiUI2ForQYZS1hMPdIvoVjzv_6FMo7JCWkXGeVKhjdXup_85K24mmfhMaIUbBVAA/s320/DSCN0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674509615864958578" border="0" /></a><br />Imy likes beards 2010.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBo-S_E8q22xke_rmTivxC1QKKdLmVSEviaUlOhc9yEjEzykpnnhvuU8YPlhJ290CQcJAaIV9h1au9pgt_Eefv9hQMRx1Sn3xS-z-brpmespJZN62dfL5MAYDKIcw-Fxh0U81x0zJKqFd/s1600/DSCN0380.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBo-S_E8q22xke_rmTivxC1QKKdLmVSEviaUlOhc9yEjEzykpnnhvuU8YPlhJ290CQcJAaIV9h1au9pgt_Eefv9hQMRx1Sn3xS-z-brpmespJZN62dfL5MAYDKIcw-Fxh0U81x0zJKqFd/s320/DSCN0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674509622369508306" border="0" /></a><br />Musicians from an all night folk night at Keveral Farm 2010.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAuOKQTu8Lqycgb4T8Hu_exYBdW6RGqu8znpJdoI9XQuYw12MPG9pioQRHZCRUwBRrSP4W8If21f-q13T3ui6GXD8fmS1gD0GcJSDNtrc76H0l_HW9UW6A0_P286eNLq0omXClemmsbuD/s1600/DSCN0381.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAuOKQTu8Lqycgb4T8Hu_exYBdW6RGqu8znpJdoI9XQuYw12MPG9pioQRHZCRUwBRrSP4W8If21f-q13T3ui6GXD8fmS1gD0GcJSDNtrc76H0l_HW9UW6A0_P286eNLq0omXClemmsbuD/s320/DSCN0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674509627175509570" border="0" /></a><br />Dogs in Dorset 2010.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXKRZdWWirnpZk3n9ftqARGINCesPIvAlfLYPWbEDJgwNJ5X1uNl6LUXb_3gRY6BfD38XhcgXNbRxUSsqN6Ne65CyL3BINZfE0kJb0sUhYuS6PdvLE-6hyphenhyphenQdQ_MxlXqI2g_Un60Mo5IDw/s1600/DSCN0382.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXKRZdWWirnpZk3n9ftqARGINCesPIvAlfLYPWbEDJgwNJ5X1uNl6LUXb_3gRY6BfD38XhcgXNbRxUSsqN6Ne65CyL3BINZfE0kJb0sUhYuS6PdvLE-6hyphenhyphenQdQ_MxlXqI2g_Un60Mo5IDw/s320/DSCN0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674509628112223746" border="0" /></a><br />Working out what instruments look like, plus squashed stuff 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFULOx8uPq5t2skGiEvLIDcV912PiwNuIfsJTrDNsVakUDkUqTt7tFnAplm0saWMx07VBOgk0CP4PMtocj3zRuWpbO7YAAbhqSoSS7Yi9YWeePORYYeFLGVYe172XzDRfYVSErMwpCtwk/s1600/DSCN0383.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFULOx8uPq5t2skGiEvLIDcV912PiwNuIfsJTrDNsVakUDkUqTt7tFnAplm0saWMx07VBOgk0CP4PMtocj3zRuWpbO7YAAbhqSoSS7Yi9YWeePORYYeFLGVYe172XzDRfYVSErMwpCtwk/s320/DSCN0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674509638829285394" border="0" /></a><br />Drawing our own heads with hats 2010.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eWnb0zWvtBBh4tY5elpxA6iAmXvy7oSqyzgVUSoHTfM1skK0mgYSv4TEKjwg2LFSsYSNfawz_M37VO5ZZl2HQ6J9uKvbohABP9ZBkvnSDQREeTmkNFe8Mm_THgzWNo5xln8MmkXbQ1N3/s1600/DSCN0384.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohctNfmQVEzNqCUuBVjX9j2sABo0uG_sUzJLfSgpJrnr1ausOS61WKEnJ4atqV_X1lhNsijfmCVHvKETCrkgMnXg47qVCoqRosne0xYORyIqzBZyNaUkH8styaj6W_nLCo8g8B8Ua2vvX/s320/DSCN0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674512553724018866" border="0" /></a><br />Clare PSF 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RqKQQUumLjCzwz_EdMMoIsLRNN3PUpAnLIhF1Q6uKQhyphenhyphenCDd6lfsqTwOVWyLTyrCzQkNv2HNkrEhbHLbgskCr3oBFH0iPoynN-2WklAOoWEz-0rlvq5quxfX1CYFaup0hRBlIXx20yJdY/s1600/DSCN0397.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RqKQQUumLjCzwz_EdMMoIsLRNN3PUpAnLIhF1Q6uKQhyphenhyphenCDd6lfsqTwOVWyLTyrCzQkNv2HNkrEhbHLbgskCr3oBFH0iPoynN-2WklAOoWEz-0rlvq5quxfX1CYFaup0hRBlIXx20yJdY/s320/DSCN0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674512558341572754" border="0" /></a><br />At a get together in Brandivy, Brittany, (Matt, Luke, Nely) 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvfPWB6_dNiWmYtkT6CcdjXCW-_QiNDgkTrfGDvZEfkzoYajCyjpA0mtTuBPx0l4FWPxWhZbeGxjarenGYRy3g1AsjsoLyPicICw3uG3Wgp_db1wG7CW_VqkAppRWETzgTDgyTei_ResC/s1600/DSCN0398.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvfPWB6_dNiWmYtkT6CcdjXCW-_QiNDgkTrfGDvZEfkzoYajCyjpA0mtTuBPx0l4FWPxWhZbeGxjarenGYRy3g1AsjsoLyPicICw3uG3Wgp_db1wG7CW_VqkAppRWETzgTDgyTei_ResC/s320/DSCN0398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674512562829562994" border="0" /></a><br />Rarr in Jacobs Ladder for a gig 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76tvt2lSRAFukx4DVg4HDYu1xO_dMHO5g9wFUozIMEsKjP7J02j3EZbXijdtAYVmL8Vej2hrkquF1zcJlLJpC1JjZ_t5-pLqWzfZaVGap0-1Ftws1WAktZv9_RkasecEIxF8BJh2b0Aqy/s1600/DSCN0399.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76tvt2lSRAFukx4DVg4HDYu1xO_dMHO5g9wFUozIMEsKjP7J02j3EZbXijdtAYVmL8Vej2hrkquF1zcJlLJpC1JjZ_t5-pLqWzfZaVGap0-1Ftws1WAktZv9_RkasecEIxF8BJh2b0Aqy/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674513572012999010" border="0" /></a><br />The house we stayed in in Brandivy, Brittany, 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtRcrYX1HWZoC3q5Env7FGJjHhcr6OjD1oI-_8KNTOoXqno0NS-vjOm1TStCZ0YAsOCjOKLK0t4VG708rgXVSKCV09hfKWLDcYj5MstJMPKKg_m0sWO9IVywMRnr_Fw8zQUlNsm3On9zQ/s1600/DSCN0400.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtRcrYX1HWZoC3q5Env7FGJjHhcr6OjD1oI-_8KNTOoXqno0NS-vjOm1TStCZ0YAsOCjOKLK0t4VG708rgXVSKCV09hfKWLDcYj5MstJMPKKg_m0sWO9IVywMRnr_Fw8zQUlNsm3On9zQ/s320/DSCN0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674513578656372002" border="0" /></a><br />Sam & Cally & co playing at Jacobs Ladder 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBP1Ox2OePQssBc5eXnZelfUifleX5xhUaDiu7xQsFs3mQqZ2Wu8L-taEYyM10EDJHtXl_cj_xsLfgpf-tsOzzD6uDt1VV-S6egMr16bx9n7c-lP734nK1NaYuLkU6xdQF2xq1_p3BX5DH/s1600/DSCN0401.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBP1Ox2OePQssBc5eXnZelfUifleX5xhUaDiu7xQsFs3mQqZ2Wu8L-taEYyM10EDJHtXl_cj_xsLfgpf-tsOzzD6uDt1VV-S6egMr16bx9n7c-lP734nK1NaYuLkU6xdQF2xq1_p3BX5DH/s320/DSCN0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674513578590193570" border="0" /></a><br />Crazy Dave playing his tea chest bass in Brandivy, 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eOt9aa2JPK_pI3_RMzkfetBh64HViFDi1BLfUF8eQlUg2xe_f2-39EAf5pnBqiUbJ68wUiPNu3dzvqTgtOP7jODK-uiTKBhH4JiWXK-syznjc2-izOysGETLaskoQgyTN_g9sAAekCSZ/s1600/DSCN0402.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eOt9aa2JPK_pI3_RMzkfetBh64HViFDi1BLfUF8eQlUg2xe_f2-39EAf5pnBqiUbJ68wUiPNu3dzvqTgtOP7jODK-uiTKBhH4JiWXK-syznjc2-izOysGETLaskoQgyTN_g9sAAekCSZ/s320/DSCN0402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674513584095759538" border="0" /></a><br />A doodle 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJn1DWJe0Kgg7jF4piOyWQIwZgbhPgxWoVR8HB-G2zKAfSR8CRSHPBvH_pYv_9R7DsYLW-sSf-Fc_PbEVGdRtqcBR7FK-eszOkO9DLwRR8veHJOx_KyHVNmFjZXnlTpNQ8gvuEu4-8Rkfy/s1600/DSCN0403.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJn1DWJe0Kgg7jF4piOyWQIwZgbhPgxWoVR8HB-G2zKAfSR8CRSHPBvH_pYv_9R7DsYLW-sSf-Fc_PbEVGdRtqcBR7FK-eszOkO9DLwRR8veHJOx_KyHVNmFjZXnlTpNQ8gvuEu4-8Rkfy/s320/DSCN0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674513589590240818" border="0" /></a><br />A view to Glastonbury Tor from near Street YHA 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdEPkAsn33G5BLc1AUTT2ODVDVdguuA1uCDi-1eoFvYZgccYTFuC4dUfbEq9uS9Sk_XBQgc7i5CtROyltM_9CvL-gFZ0AsOlxgL4zj7uz8JBPtx_Xtf-6N8FbNZQ_wNPNii4KpSNUNw5K/s1600/DSCN0404.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdEPkAsn33G5BLc1AUTT2ODVDVdguuA1uCDi-1eoFvYZgccYTFuC4dUfbEq9uS9Sk_XBQgc7i5CtROyltM_9CvL-gFZ0AsOlxgL4zj7uz8JBPtx_Xtf-6N8FbNZQ_wNPNii4KpSNUNw5K/s320/DSCN0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674516268984359538" border="0" /></a><br />Another doodle woman. 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibkUWVzgT4YSlZdLLSm3gMoFC3EtfG0KgvKEDhX4NAbva__P-sZdVBWMd_WV7HB3Nrmnq65qDOy5SZHWHlfns4cdhe_bL6LqcALrY3KFBgxh92mzwskdYGxF9742VE0G-eZcy_0urqBWeY/s1600/DSCN0407.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibkUWVzgT4YSlZdLLSm3gMoFC3EtfG0KgvKEDhX4NAbva__P-sZdVBWMd_WV7HB3Nrmnq65qDOy5SZHWHlfns4cdhe_bL6LqcALrY3KFBgxh92mzwskdYGxF9742VE0G-eZcy_0urqBWeY/s320/DSCN0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674516280516787826" border="0" /></a><br />Pre-doodle for a picture for Arnold 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9OjHeU8ugjMQuoQLGgMSrCG8Qoi8g4oUvGgC4GpnI6_NbRmh4WJGg6duAp8pWrzPA_oA-o3iDspYcSSk6aLmfd2gxtytnnQEBnVo2h95K3X5xmrc8jV3ZoaphsUxpgdwYwBkAlUo9cYl/s1600/DSCN0406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9OjHeU8ugjMQuoQLGgMSrCG8Qoi8g4oUvGgC4GpnI6_NbRmh4WJGg6duAp8pWrzPA_oA-o3iDspYcSSk6aLmfd2gxtytnnQEBnVo2h95K3X5xmrc8jV3ZoaphsUxpgdwYwBkAlUo9cYl/s320/DSCN0406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674516276973761810" border="0" /></a><br />Another odd doodle woman 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAN1hDANlQvH-vjGe8XYZiF5o3JNKrzMDZ3y-ddANJmENXF6zWoFw2asdRt4TDuuljXRvNlEAmlvThbFcTrzzfIcgVLpiryUwkYSEB6U8ELFb8q7OqKRHqWwrZQ59UR8D4bU6fCH70EHL/s1600/DSCN0405.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAN1hDANlQvH-vjGe8XYZiF5o3JNKrzMDZ3y-ddANJmENXF6zWoFw2asdRt4TDuuljXRvNlEAmlvThbFcTrzzfIcgVLpiryUwkYSEB6U8ELFb8q7OqKRHqWwrZQ59UR8D4bU6fCH70EHL/s320/DSCN0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674516269623461986" border="0" /></a><br />And another one... miserable 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCcRhZ5wECHJHVBhSBroCJfjlTTeW8MK3a9S2KwTQnmCHi-NMeKeDXUdscInN9Qk5HRlnLlPJg5R0IzwifLpljTzGsbzKTskl3czxmwGTqSTL1Ixp4qfHRvIU2NF1NBMDpcUz_WsCK1Ce/s1600/DSCN0408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCcRhZ5wECHJHVBhSBroCJfjlTTeW8MK3a9S2KwTQnmCHi-NMeKeDXUdscInN9Qk5HRlnLlPJg5R0IzwifLpljTzGsbzKTskl3czxmwGTqSTL1Ixp4qfHRvIU2NF1NBMDpcUz_WsCK1Ce/s320/DSCN0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674516291844423506" border="0" /></a><br />Glastonbury tor 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDrjRIh7tN93VOfAdU6gZyVFPqMB9vwuY5rQP-xzWIUo3dqeTRxn7GvZrMVH6CkP49fTQ2iaJPqOM2Qod0XKaw6nzYPMQgrtnh0kEp74SvM-RdW8ZN_yLov39y88pItio4bq9Dek_EEH3/s1600/DSCN0409.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDrjRIh7tN93VOfAdU6gZyVFPqMB9vwuY5rQP-xzWIUo3dqeTRxn7GvZrMVH6CkP49fTQ2iaJPqOM2Qod0XKaw6nzYPMQgrtnh0kEp74SvM-RdW8ZN_yLov39y88pItio4bq9Dek_EEH3/s320/DSCN0409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674517468857264786" border="0" /></a><br />Small child on Readymoney beach 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmcA3_ucfWHa1o66MiBLTzD7W2FoquSxI-cTeHc0JAT1GtRNQXqS_4gp0qW0mBbRnDPYWN-BlzOIvazrUVyw-_Gj3L9uglVRzvGb3GYDkaP8ckLULHtBBX_oa3Ath-NnIuxIzGc3-0xnU/s1600/DSCN0410.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFmcA3_ucfWHa1o66MiBLTzD7W2FoquSxI-cTeHc0JAT1GtRNQXqS_4gp0qW0mBbRnDPYWN-BlzOIvazrUVyw-_Gj3L9uglVRzvGb3GYDkaP8ckLULHtBBX_oa3Ath-NnIuxIzGc3-0xnU/s320/DSCN0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674517467145476002" border="0" /></a><br />Some character 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEbwwxtoC5una6a2V61jGGDoyz7HXmtp4e7O_6xZZ9zw_olcDL0zehJMcoiyCmpTg1BEe7yu1Zpu-qtAwN0UF8hF6EKZnxhieoDGsbnWGW7k6HpWwFS8k-LgAP6gA4A10SnUGPS8QLVbS/s1600/DSCN0413.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEbwwxtoC5una6a2V61jGGDoyz7HXmtp4e7O_6xZZ9zw_olcDL0zehJMcoiyCmpTg1BEe7yu1Zpu-qtAwN0UF8hF6EKZnxhieoDGsbnWGW7k6HpWwFS8k-LgAP6gA4A10SnUGPS8QLVbS/s320/DSCN0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674517485970294098" border="0" /></a><br />Sketch for a gouache piece I meant to do 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtfMmTSiMHzwZE5zy-hwHjlMcL4TetiCnCjoXhqTWgXd7c-DK4rNY_7tYlHfKz7S098u9Zantq7uwes8HN3Got8Lf5_jPhe1-XtNNQ7Z-ByeSj-iMxYaj0tCVPHENWdzq5Vshaef8jGLPi/s1600/DSCN0412.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtfMmTSiMHzwZE5zy-hwHjlMcL4TetiCnCjoXhqTWgXd7c-DK4rNY_7tYlHfKz7S098u9Zantq7uwes8HN3Got8Lf5_jPhe1-XtNNQ7Z-ByeSj-iMxYaj0tCVPHENWdzq5Vshaef8jGLPi/s320/DSCN0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674517482629243746" border="0" /></a><br />Silly boring pencil sketches when unsure of what else to do 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtiQa2YC9ZFZiiNjZtjuHQxLsx9Vtze19zRZ2uoVKQxc094InRcELE3eeQMw3RNLb27hnkIY3iDzyK7hHF-vV7XicE5NekO_0BEBldXt_PXQlDzeo2iMCulWMFLd34rBNMA9eisZkE-ak/s1600/DSCN0411.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtiQa2YC9ZFZiiNjZtjuHQxLsx9Vtze19zRZ2uoVKQxc094InRcELE3eeQMw3RNLb27hnkIY3iDzyK7hHF-vV7XicE5NekO_0BEBldXt_PXQlDzeo2iMCulWMFLd34rBNMA9eisZkE-ak/s320/DSCN0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674517470620863378" border="0" /></a><br />That chap who sits under an umbrella on Falmouth street corners 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHlqIekZlqV6eU8QHRYdyr2us1Vcj1uVojl7iZ4ZeHWSDXiyq5_C4WKbcjXjd2WjucFpjP9EnZxiQfqXlXRAwk82JNHjJ2yv3JqCc-lGZMwpaOcfJLKOQwcKRRk7kYOKl4gwgfQpIUyqe/s1600/DSCN0414.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHlqIekZlqV6eU8QHRYdyr2us1Vcj1uVojl7iZ4ZeHWSDXiyq5_C4WKbcjXjd2WjucFpjP9EnZxiQfqXlXRAwk82JNHjJ2yv3JqCc-lGZMwpaOcfJLKOQwcKRRk7kYOKl4gwgfQpIUyqe/s320/DSCN0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674520604667764290" border="0" /></a><br />Royal Cornwall show speedy sketches 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihK4V04h_dDgMyITqa8LXG5oy-KqMJy7fksXlSJ5VGoDyOYnQ2ggdeA1T-SfDsKyJWkn607OamR9m5xDFh1PpSDkEJCtgUeCRkwzZFmXGi3Gika6BqZv5Pui8EoVtJyTleFqFeUrTUN14D/s1600/DSCN0415.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihK4V04h_dDgMyITqa8LXG5oy-KqMJy7fksXlSJ5VGoDyOYnQ2ggdeA1T-SfDsKyJWkn607OamR9m5xDFh1PpSDkEJCtgUeCRkwzZFmXGi3Gika6BqZv5Pui8EoVtJyTleFqFeUrTUN14D/s320/DSCN0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674520608141462322" border="0" /></a><br />Dan YO'Shea, 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CU1-x4XWTuMQyjZOhsXhFoDupion8u2tCDlaKEaTdfvUUEc51_N04_Ie-LJk-sUTV2T1QIYdKFE7LZELE-13IYh-GFfejLOxxYiG6P66XyLgbSEbwx4RIysthZErUmEf4Kg1AG2sJNJh/s1600/DSCN0416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CU1-x4XWTuMQyjZOhsXhFoDupion8u2tCDlaKEaTdfvUUEc51_N04_Ie-LJk-sUTV2T1QIYdKFE7LZELE-13IYh-GFfejLOxxYiG6P66XyLgbSEbwx4RIysthZErUmEf4Kg1AG2sJNJh/s320/DSCN0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674520613264397650" border="0" /></a><br />Some silly sickly looking person + dead butterfly 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhxZwppQZuylNFW5yMH5zkNWfQPXPNkxbURRym32x1O55B7qKKcrWYbmhhSTlcMhCUbYc3WZNvgXLK-21mfkuquBfEViGkGOMMUDEf5HBZOFvTHt5RIw2GKrQcrs4qGj-tYkpp_J7KGEc/s1600/DSCN0418.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhxZwppQZuylNFW5yMH5zkNWfQPXPNkxbURRym32x1O55B7qKKcrWYbmhhSTlcMhCUbYc3WZNvgXLK-21mfkuquBfEViGkGOMMUDEf5HBZOFvTHt5RIw2GKrQcrs4qGj-tYkpp_J7KGEc/s320/DSCN0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674520620886936946" border="0" /></a><br />View from Arnold's balcony 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSR6eNRC_Zg0vCWncxL3tKlagIkgsv-uJjYnBbTAHMMKwka8C_E8DSooM3gP9_7pqBlGHB7oHnzqIZ7ZC8KUyoazjaMS7ffymqJrISfubpRuhEVdYUIh26eWHM6NE6wBuEJjHKhpRnkQS/s1600/DSCN0417.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSR6eNRC_Zg0vCWncxL3tKlagIkgsv-uJjYnBbTAHMMKwka8C_E8DSooM3gP9_7pqBlGHB7oHnzqIZ7ZC8KUyoazjaMS7ffymqJrISfubpRuhEVdYUIh26eWHM6NE6wBuEJjHKhpRnkQS/s320/DSCN0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674520614476085122" border="0" /></a><br />The view from the back of the room at the gig in the town hall, St Just 2011.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZvjCmabtYn8NO7IiESRHGh3-YrfExY_3jfe2p1ew3kMdPsq-cj95TxbeC9Izskltxy_Gj1VpBwbCfjbXUtOqLQ7aVF6D3683MFFeoY8G7lUoOBbs883tfR3kXtT9yzv6sJwXtijFzS0B/s1600/DSCN0419.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZvjCmabtYn8NO7IiESRHGh3-YrfExY_3jfe2p1ew3kMdPsq-cj95TxbeC9Izskltxy_Gj1VpBwbCfjbXUtOqLQ7aVF6D3683MFFeoY8G7lUoOBbs883tfR3kXtT9yzv6sJwXtijFzS0B/s320/DSCN0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674521699464446466" border="0" /></a><br />My map to show Lisa the geography of Cornwall (there abouts) 2010.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8hsxkeOBFLoJBk5zge_23UJ7-9CzHAXx_YTR2R_iAhwSYSRsDE8hDifbC_SyXCuN2SSu9-_DS9Xs88F_JqEli7xKD0jMksIyxH5OPcbJ6F0TYi2Jo5JZKvu74w5MEmqRutvPuD4XSKM5/s1600/DSCN0420.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8hsxkeOBFLoJBk5zge_23UJ7-9CzHAXx_YTR2R_iAhwSYSRsDE8hDifbC_SyXCuN2SSu9-_DS9Xs88F_JqEli7xKD0jMksIyxH5OPcbJ6F0TYi2Jo5JZKvu74w5MEmqRutvPuD4XSKM5/s320/DSCN0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674521702699506802" border="0" /></a><br />So there we have it...Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-69305187288637407252011-11-06T12:58:00.000-08:002011-11-06T13:29:03.131-08:00100. I'm not dead!<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:595.0pt 842.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {</style>Saturday 29<sup>th</sup> October. <p class="MsoNormal">I think cats can tell when people are soon to leave… Bruiser won’t leave me alone (not that I mind). Had a good cuddle with him on the floor for 25 minutes earlier (I got a very wet bum) and he got very comfy with my green corduroys & thick brown Icelandic sweater. Lots of dribble and lots of purring.<br />I do so hope that there’s a cat at Tregoss Barton farm… and a wood burner in my caravan. The combination of those two things would be top notch. Ohh it all seems so scarily close now! Going to go do something I’ve not done before! Well, not REALLY done!<br /><br />I’m still having my nightly slumps, but I hope they’ll be sorted soon. I hope. For relief of any sort of stress I have, I got to skin & gut 4 pheasants earlier to prevent them from just getting chucked away; I saved their heart and lungs (to mash and add to red wine onion gravy) and packaged them up with them before putting them in the freezer like 4 small chickens. One for Rachel, one for Paul (since they were originally his!)? one for Phil, and… we’ll see what happens to the last one. Perhaps I’ll take two instead of one to Perranporth and keep one in the freezer for later use. Yes, maybe maybe.<br />Listening to Amy Macdonald (amongst other artists)… her songs have a habit of strengthening feelings, not necessarily of making sad SADDER but of making the sad a more concentrated sort of sad. Of course she also works the other way – making happy happier. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">8.5 hours of paid work left.<br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Very almost Thursday 3<sup>rd</sup> November.<br />Well, here I am again… back up on my (yes, I like to think of it as MY now) cliff top next to Perranporth YHA. Finished Golant (yay!) and everything I own which is in Cornwall is now right under my bed. And next to it. Fair load of stuff, really! But not as much as I had feared (it all still fits in, which is a plus!). </p> <p class="MsoNormal">31<sup>st</sup> October (Halloweeeen!) I managed to finally leave after packing everything up & Tetrising it in. Earlier that day I had driven over to Polperro (listening to Spice Girls on the car ferry over to Bodinnick) and picked up Lisa’s work from the gallery – although I’m pretty sure the chap there had met Lisa before, he seemed to think that I was actually Lisa! Not bad, I wouldn’t mind being able to create beautiful pictures of Cornish (and Lundy Island-ish) scenery out of rust and chemically rusted copper (makes the lovely turquoise green colour). Odd chap though, kept telling me right from the beginning to “STOP FLAPPING!”. It seemed to amuse him to tell me this… was I really flapping? I don’t think I was!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lisa’s work can be found by looking for “Smythick Forge” on Goooogle to find her website (illustrations by yours truly).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Driving back to Falmouth was marginally worrying since there was a combination of:<br />-It was dark<br />-It was most definitely raining<br />-My van was rather very muchly laden<br />-There were HUGE PUDDLES across the roads in places</p> <p class="MsoNormal">-Verging on rush hour.<br />But it was all fine in the end… the most challenging bit actually came when I drove up in to Lisa’s field to find that the rain had turned the entrance to a bit of a quagmire and made my wheels spin and spin and spin and me to stall… and stall… and stall. Thankfully I eventually got un-stuck and parked up in a slightly friendlier patch of grass before having to drag out Dave Wisdom to help me battle with Lisa’s water bloated front door. What a nice and friendly chap, is Dave Wisdom… shame he doesn’t eat meat, I could have supplied him with one of the skinned gutted frozen pheasants. But each to their own. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A night spent in Lisa’s field, slightly worried about her landlady Wendy coming out to tell me off (it got a little too late for me to go knock on the door and be honest), though had a good conversation with my old friend (etc) Red and watched some of “The Science of Sleep”. Phone battery ran out and so it was quite a miracle when I woke up on my own accord at just before 7am and made my escape from the field before anyone found me out…<br /><br />Brief stop off at Sainsbury’s to buy the essential Lindt chilli chocolate and use their piss pots, then another brief stop off at B&Q to acquire some simple insulation (thankfully all these places are actually open at mental-o-clock) and then onwards! Onwards on the wonderful sunny morning, with loud semi-cheesy music blasting out and windows down (got to air the van out when it’s not raining). “Million Miles Away” by The Offspring was playing when I got my first sight of the sea at Perranporth, through a gap between two buildings; it was white and rolling, biggun’s too! I got that fantastic feeling where you grin and squeal and experience a perfect swell of happiness bubble up inside of you. Parking up, I watched the pure white foamy mess of the sea (not good for surfing, as there was so much froth that it looked like a foam party / snow) and studied the waves as the froth died off (sketching, of course). Phil popped up at some point, I helped with the hostel clean up (can’t get away from it! But only did the Hoovering…) before posting a couple of packages and then driving off to first Newquay harbour, then Gwithian, then the far end of Gwithian by Hawks Point to look at the surf. Hawks Point it was, we parked up.<br />I heard a yell.<br />I turned round.<br />Lukas Drinkwater!<br />What a nice surprise! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">His van had broken down so he and his brother had gone for a surf and were then just hanging out in the back of the brother (Dan’s) van with Lukas’ girlfriend; she seems nice. We had a long brief natter and a good old Lukas hug, Luke seeming to already know Phil as “Mr Perranporth” and being apparently impressed by his McTavish longboard.<br /><br />Wetsuits on, scamper off down the hill (not the comfiest experience ever with bare feet) and onto the sand before noticing that my glasses were still intact with my face and having to hide them safely on a rock. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The sea was good, the waves seemed big and powerful some of the time, the rest was just fun to bob up and down on so I got a decent amount of swimming in too (had to as there was a fair big current running this way then the next). Some kayakers were out in the waves too, they kindly tried mowing me down a couple of times but I managed to survive.<br />Sun still shining but I decided it was time to get out, so scurried back up the hill to warm up and eat a sneaky pack of white chocolate Maltesers (I wish they came in “multi race” packs, some milk and some white). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">That evening I made a bolognaise and we ate it with Laura who also came round and nattered her feet off as per usual – we nodded and ahh’ed as usual. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A long day.<br />Today was far lazier, although not getting up terribly early I still managed to feel tired and have done so for the entire day, not done much (but done SOME stuff), supper was one of the pheasants – roasted with rosemary on the inside, butternut squash, parsnips, and potatoes. And some odd gravy invention made from the lungs and heart (not great, avoided most of it). For pudding I made an apple and rhubarb crumble, then we watched more Game of Thrones and I nodded off. And now I am in bed, and now it is twenty to one in the morn on the 3<sup>rd</sup> November. Good night.<br /><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">6<sup>th</sup> November… well, I’m here now! At my new home for 3 months (ignoring the month away from it in the middle). A WWOOFing place called Tregoss Barton near St Keverne on The Lizard in Cornwall (bit of a mouthful of an explanation there!). Not too hard to find at all, and the drive down from Perranporth (where I watched dolphins) was beautiful as the weather has been gloriously blue all day, with the only cloud to be seen being the small cloud bank on the horizon over the sea. So yes… blinding, but beautiful sunset drive with the John Butler Trio as ear food. Am now here waiting for a chap called Anthony to appear, arrived just in time to get photos of a gypsy caravan and tree house with the bright red-orange sun behind it (it almost feels like a summers evening, but a fair bit chillier). As per usual with my current places to stay, all I can here is: …a plane somewhere in the far distance and a couple of birds. Wonderful…<br /><br />So what have I been doing with myself these past few days up at Perranporth? Well, mostly getting in Phil’s way probably (helping to clean the hostel up after groups), but yesterday was really good. Woke up at 6:30am when Phil banged on my van and was in his van and leaving by 7am – of course, it’s still mostly dark at this point. Banana for breakfast. Arrive on the south coast just round the corner from St Michael’s Mount (Perranuthnoe) at roughly 7:30am, wetsuits on and in the sea by 35. The sun has just come up over a headland so whilst Phil surfs (theres a few others in the sea too, including Phil’s mate Su who had been in since 7am as she vanned in the car park overnight to allow time for a surf before work in the morning!). I drifted about in the water and had a good swim, the waves kept lifting me up high and dumping me down the other side so that my stomach flew out of my head and made me grin like a maniac, although I couldn’t body surf much as the water was a tad (rather very) “soupy” (seaweedy) in the depth that I’d need to be in… so I stayed out a little deeper. After about half an hour of floating and enjoying life and the rising sun I decided that I’d have to battle my slightly irrational fear of the seaweed and beat my way back to shore before the seaweed was in deeper water (more dangerous). It would have been fine if it was the see-through green seaweed which looks like soggy lettuce but it was the thick kelpy stuff which wraps round your ankles. Almost got dragged down in it when I tried to wallow over it, so had to give in and put my feet on the floor and tread through it. Yeeuuurgh! Dried off and sat in the sun eating breakfast of cereal & orange juice, grinning at a chap collecting driftwood, and briefly nattering to Su when she got out.<br /><br />At about 10am Phil gets out and we drive to Lands End YHA via Tescos for some yummy things; there we meet manager Chris who’s first words were something along the lines of “Phil! I’m naked! Let me just put some clothes on…” and his other half Katie who is now noticeably pregnant. Sat in the sun for a while more, then took a stroll in to St Just to browse a couple of gallery shops and stretch our legs. The walk back was good, went to the top of a little hill and the weather was so clear that we could see all the way across the sea to the Isles of Scilly; get back and the four of us have a picnic lunch on the benches outside – fried Halloumi cheese, black olive bread sticks, Kalamata olives, rye bread, spicy soups, baby sweet corn, local brie, smoked cheddar, and houmus. And chilli chocolate for pudding. Having had this late lunch it is time for us to depart again, swooping back past the beach to see if Phil would surf again (too crowded by this time) and then back to Perranporth for a supper of spicy salmon cream cheese pasta with various vegetables, followed by the crumble of a few nights before with proper vanilla ice-cream (and two more episodes of Game of Thrones…).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbcIXFCRMwWFBdKWb6_kP381DFbyINXR5lrLgBds4nGHv0tfJHUBLSAsLyZiK1HSyib7rz4Zz3WCJWnwJ4BfTUaNaMaraYzd_qTtuHfKuc7RBL1Rom89VHmhe5KO4hXV7GzxWewTl5KyF/s1600/DSCN0319.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbcIXFCRMwWFBdKWb6_kP381DFbyINXR5lrLgBds4nGHv0tfJHUBLSAsLyZiK1HSyib7rz4Zz3WCJWnwJ4BfTUaNaMaraYzd_qTtuHfKuc7RBL1Rom89VHmhe5KO4hXV7GzxWewTl5KyF/s320/DSCN0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671993200508271970" border="0" /></a>(the evening at Perran)<br /><br />A good day indeed!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2bGZXUuij46HN3yYgTDdIWYprdZ512IxE0D_xeX-A1m5ucWHKCM90HAAokqyO9vDpTXKOkGDp5Vp6RL8eWfAdVNs2n0XggPipuNOdX8hmM5TYkloID5fqQgCeJ8KRl9dXhgpjHQZ8Hjf/s1600/DSCN0326.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2bGZXUuij46HN3yYgTDdIWYprdZ512IxE0D_xeX-A1m5ucWHKCM90HAAokqyO9vDpTXKOkGDp5Vp6RL8eWfAdVNs2n0XggPipuNOdX8hmM5TYkloID5fqQgCeJ8KRl9dXhgpjHQZ8Hjf/s320/DSCN0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671993204434901298" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">(the sea at Perranporth earlier today. Isn't November lovely?)<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br />And now, I hope I have a few good days also… lets see what is to come…<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehe9sHXCqsFB9WkQqMM4n5beCehcdZvwSv-UzJWDd-NRK73U321PnJNSJicpe6uFiAyd_OMijGwYYvTJ0ZnlQvAXPdnL6WNGUCEpTrWcc25vI2GEpIA7oDyf8atSwZW9Iv2NBdZV-Rj4K/s1600/DSCN0328.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehe9sHXCqsFB9WkQqMM4n5beCehcdZvwSv-UzJWDd-NRK73U321PnJNSJicpe6uFiAyd_OMijGwYYvTJ0ZnlQvAXPdnL6WNGUCEpTrWcc25vI2GEpIA7oDyf8atSwZW9Iv2NBdZV-Rj4K/s320/DSCN0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671993212458053426" border="0" /></a>(this evening as I arrived, there is the treehouse & a rather SPOOKY looking rope)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">UPDATE:<br />I’m now inside my WWOOFing place. I can sleep in the warm tree house or old Romany gypsy caravan if I like, but y’know… for now I might just sleep in my double bed with en-suite heated enough but not too much room with a view to the sea. Just for a little while… and a drawer full of chocolate? And a dog called Dogga? And friendly company? Well… I guess life is JUST ABOUT ok!<span style="text-decoration: underline;">!!<br /><br />Other folks work:<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVw3Y0ZiDnrOvI3pawK9X-ZTw00Hwoj72mcKXJtMOym5McNvHPn37CjIWp9LJH2yJLghriHSsHC672a1z70d7QhtjXeKyZAJKTvtTVEPBNFwRLM3-5LI8Us-Dz-F6iN4R9H6_X5gq8VE0/s1600/Danielle+Kroll.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVw3Y0ZiDnrOvI3pawK9X-ZTw00Hwoj72mcKXJtMOym5McNvHPn37CjIWp9LJH2yJLghriHSsHC672a1z70d7QhtjXeKyZAJKTvtTVEPBNFwRLM3-5LI8Us-Dz-F6iN4R9H6_X5gq8VE0/s320/Danielle+Kroll.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671994644246130866" border="0" /></a>Danielle Kroll<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkTP18cDc07FN1bp8j86EeQfAkataq7PVoE3u26X6CCOUdoMGNWhqxGNaq_9BeR27NRsFhl39-y2-3eaCd8jNs4scVU2I_r05jOBRhc0wkPZN6uglyes-am2l_dUn6wel7hXMphPP_DA4/s1600/Melissa+Castrillon.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkTP18cDc07FN1bp8j86EeQfAkataq7PVoE3u26X6CCOUdoMGNWhqxGNaq_9BeR27NRsFhl39-y2-3eaCd8jNs4scVU2I_r05jOBRhc0wkPZN6uglyes-am2l_dUn6wel7hXMphPP_DA4/s320/Melissa+Castrillon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671994651169831426" border="0" /></a>Melissa Castrillon<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXI6Mu_cnpsbrIqUrNeG5IJZEa-EubU-c_PRQIaiuhWp_QyWtn8E7bx1XDqGSnievhIzk7BmQMfec36nYEHEVDVi2Cwjb3j-ml64G2excifYw8fZqwUgi2PjpbRQT6Gs16hOYHNsOj5LTK/s1600/anne+benjamin"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXI6Mu_cnpsbrIqUrNeG5IJZEa-EubU-c_PRQIaiuhWp_QyWtn8E7bx1XDqGSnievhIzk7BmQMfec36nYEHEVDVi2Cwjb3j-ml64G2excifYw8fZqwUgi2PjpbRQT6Gs16hOYHNsOj5LTK/s320/anne+benjamin" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671994636897091506" border="0" /></a>Anne Benjamin<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGtm-fP0CB_a61fz9s_PiYxE3MJL9qqXMF-gpuJREzti6aunX6TazEnVl1mlKDc4cNsrdDeATqWji8bcBNu4JEBBUOVY5nPa4IsgCY74ohiVBhwzdQZ4v_yGft-EZSKvxlMzfqxL1FDuA/s1600/anna+aden"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMGtm-fP0CB_a61fz9s_PiYxE3MJL9qqXMF-gpuJREzti6aunX6TazEnVl1mlKDc4cNsrdDeATqWji8bcBNu4JEBBUOVY5nPa4IsgCY74ohiVBhwzdQZ4v_yGft-EZSKvxlMzfqxL1FDuA/s320/anna+aden" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671994634266296114" border="0" /></a>Anna Aden<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtiJomnWpsrBgw659UGETYctx7ulS4pyS4NQ1sF1yeT-VkxMtWm2GERMeRhZXYvfL0uLv-lkYBpN-ctBz38w2P1_yS5A7T04S_3Zt3iy_XJqzZLPCc64kyRDmPE2R_VeKhEp2tLr-6TOC/s1600/amelia+bauer"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtiJomnWpsrBgw659UGETYctx7ulS4pyS4NQ1sF1yeT-VkxMtWm2GERMeRhZXYvfL0uLv-lkYBpN-ctBz38w2P1_yS5A7T04S_3Zt3iy_XJqzZLPCc64kyRDmPE2R_VeKhEp2tLr-6TOC/s320/amelia+bauer" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671994628075274802" border="0" /></a>Amelia Bauer<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkTP18cDc07FN1bp8j86EeQfAkataq7PVoE3u26X6CCOUdoMGNWhqxGNaq_9BeR27NRsFhl39-y2-3eaCd8jNs4scVU2I_r05jOBRhc0wkPZN6uglyes-am2l_dUn6wel7hXMphPP_DA4/s1600/Melissa+Castrillon.png"><br /><br /><br /></a><a href="http://www.roostblog.com/roost/a-housewarming.html">Delicious food porn<br /><br /></a><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/cat-mittens">Someone knit me these please? But different colours?</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.hannahwillow.com/#">Beautiful beautiful beautiful jewellery... when I get a little more money...</a><br /></p>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-71288565387851632032011-10-28T13:53:00.000-07:002011-10-28T14:05:53.490-07:0099. Beer and wine, makes you feel... fine.Well… that was a most excellent long weekend away… just got back… half annoyed at myself for going to bed so late so wasn’t able to fit in a surf before I came back (admittedly I still could have, but due to spring tides the water was still really low on the beach).<br /><p class="MsoNormal">Friday night- get pretty pissed off when I’m told I should do writing on a big map I’m painting in YHA typeface (no way is that going to happen, it’s all serif!). So I still haven’t done that writing. I’ll do it when I can do it how I want to do it, since it is my project…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Get to Perranporth for roughly 9:20pm, it’s so very odd driving up there in the dark as you’re fully aware that there’s a very steep cliff one side of the track. There is a small group in, so I go “chillax” (sit in a pile being rather dazed) in Phil’s little staff house/room with the voluntary photographer Ally who has been skipping about the SW YHA’s these past few weeks – it was great to actually get to chat to her when not in work time, when I’m not constantly being reminded that I should be working and not talking to customers (or anyone else). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saturday… wake up in the back of my van, the bed is a well and truly cosy bed now I’ve got a duvet on top AND underneath me, and then a hot water bottle to act as a cat… mmm. But yes, wake up, clothes on, open back doors… WHAT A VIEW. Right along the cliffs with the sea below, along in the direction of St Agnes. Yesss. A rap on the wall and Phil’s little surf bum face peers round the door – QUARRYATHON TIME!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLK7guuq0mPZ0d7MoWPPfOS63viTBrxzCUNigqL0v40YJQ3xnqlL9ocizZkzeLEg2regn_1g38xCp1wj6UOaEOPFxdT255aN5s0LGT50g_P5vVced6RrsKq1PhRB50EASqFzGQxpOJRQ_l/s1600/DSCN0286.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLK7guuq0mPZ0d7MoWPPfOS63viTBrxzCUNigqL0v40YJQ3xnqlL9ocizZkzeLEg2regn_1g38xCp1wj6UOaEOPFxdT255aN5s0LGT50g_P5vVced6RrsKq1PhRB50EASqFzGQxpOJRQ_l/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668651415871628882" border="0" /></a>The view out from position number 1 of my van on the cliff at Perranporth... mmmorning!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br />We make sure to stock our stomachs up with breakfast, black our faces up (with miners dust, of course…?!) and then the three of us drive off to near Falmouth (and very VERY near Lisa’s forge) to Bishops Forum / BF Adventure. There we met with two more YHA managers (Chris from Lands End and Paul from Penzance), blacked them up too, and marched to the start line pasties in hand (team name: YHA Dump Hole Demons, Cornish miners, of course!).<br />The course was fun, we had a go on a zip wire, canoes, archery… and a lot of running. Hauling Henry Hoover up and down two flights of YHA Golant stairs does NOT prepare you for the running I did, running up hills is tricky.<br />The weather was nice enough to hold out for the majority of the day, and after we finished running about like loons we drove off to the Helford to visit Phil’s friend Laura. Laura and doggalump Patch in tow, we go off for a walk along the river making a stop at the Ferryboat Inn for a drink and some chips (Phil and I getting a fair few strange looks due to our boiler suit garb & blackened skin). Rattler cider was drank, followed by a further walk to Trebah gardens where we (once again, for me) climbed up over the wall and onto the beach. More sea swimming was had (myself using the excuse of getting wet to scrub the black paint off of my face and arms) and I stayed in a good while longer than the others… apparently it was really rather cold? It seems I’m becoming immune!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Onwards walking, and we finish the circle and get back to Phil’s van where we say our goodbyes to Laura and Patch and returned to BF Adventure to find out where we came in the competition (4<sup>th</sup> out of 16 or 17, I reckon it was 17. Not bad!). Driving back in a dazed silence, it had been a long day. Chicken korma for supper. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The next few days we most relaxing, Sunday was certainly the day of rest – we all lazed about the hostel for hours reading our books, only myself leaving to go down the hill/cliff in to town to pick up some fish fingers for Ally (her favourite food! I’m still not terribly sure what mine is… Norwegian “stick meat” (sheep ribs prepared and cooked in a certain way) is the only one which has ever made me pretty much cry with happiness, but then I do enjoy most other foods under the sun, too…).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The two days after this I went with Phil to Newquay to go surfing down by the harbour (nice clean waves). Since I’ve never ever actually SURFED (only windsurfed and body boarded) I decided not to take any board at all, just my black neoprene clad self, and leap up, down, and around through waves… it’s great feeling that freedom and not having to have anything attached to your arm or leg; and I caught some great waves in by putting my arms out in front of me and head down (face screwed up in the most attractive way ever) and going whoosh. I’d like to get more in to body surfing, maybe even get some flippers (sorry webbed feet, you DO help but you don’t quite get up to speed!).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Wednesday was a sad day, I said my goodbyes to Ally who was travelling up coast to Tintagel & Boscastle then slowly onwards back to her Brighton home, bye to Phil (though no doubt to see him again within the next week or so), and also to James (previously known as Mr Purple Pants, due to his purple trousers which I have been told had a sad death of ripping at the crotch and revealing man-hood). Back home to Golant I drove, although the drive itself was most pleasant indeed, and arrived back for my 2pm shift to find that I was to clean pretty much the entire hostel (94 beds… 12 toilets… 12 showers… 3 floors of hoovering…) by myself, and the group who had left that morning were REALLY DISGUSTING and even smeared blood on the walls of their dorm rooms. Bit of an extreme change, from wonderfully chilled out to madly stressed (poor fake Henry Hoover for the brunt of it).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday passed easily enough – hardly any guests in the hostel which lead to us doing oh so fun and exciting things such as deep cleaning (and finding out that you can get really good internet connection in one of the rooms)… funny how in mid-season when it’s really busy you wish to have nothing to do with any guests, but when it comes to the time of no guests you just wish for something to do which isn’t scrubbing black marks off of walls. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It is now Tuesday 18<sup>th</sup> October and I’m sitting in my van at the forge where Dan and Lisa are doing blacksmith stuff. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Last night Mr Arnold cooked me a yummy rabbit stew, and this morning I sat on his balcony in sunshine eating toasted potato cakes (with plenty of salted butter!) and some salt beef, over looking Falmouth Harbour. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Once here at the forge I went clambering and exploring over rocks round the quarry pit pool, sunned myself on a large lump of granite, and found a secret path which I had never found before. Lunch was a brown bread sandwich with mature cheddar and some of Arnold’s chilli and garlic jam, followed by some apple & elderflower juice and yoghurt coated ginger. Nom nom nom.<br />Dan has just gone off to piss in a hedge.<br />Yup. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes it can be utterly wonderful doing nothing… I find that since I’m a “working person” (working 5 days a week for the YHA) I try to make sure that my 2 days off a week are filled with things – got to draw, got to explore, got to tidy my room… but I’d always forgotten to do the nothings. Sit around reading a book – haven’t read so much in ages except for last week at Perranporth, perching on a lump of granite in the sun just contemplating life… these times of effortless nothingness are much needed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So that’s that for now, no doubt there will be more added to this entry before I post it up online (since I doubt I’ll have internet for a while). I can hear Dan bashing away at metal, Lisa listening to Fleet Foxes, the forge fire fan blowing, and someone with a chainsaw up on the hill. I can see gorse bushes with yellow flowers, 2 different colours of ivy growing up the sides of the forge, and sunshine coming in through my van window. I can smell… cow poo. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ahh, Wednesday 19<sup>th</sup> October, and guess what… I’m in Perranporth again! After shanty practise in Dave Wisdom’s shed last night I drove over here in time to go for a pint (and a half) at the cool and hip young persons bar/pub with Purple Pants James (because we are DEFINITELY cool and hip?). It felt like a very much needed pint and a half.<br />The night was pretty stormy – wind and rain battering my little van on the cliff, but waking up in the morning to cloud scattered blue sky and the sun catching on the top of waves. Phil waving very enthusiastically through a window, I went inside and had my breakfast and morning “bright mood” tea (happy tea). I swear I never used to drink this much tea, not even up until last week – I entirely blame Phil & Ally for the constant consumption of hot beverages. Had a morning natter whilst James tidied the hostel, then when he left a chap called Nik appeared – he used to work here. Happy tea number 2 was had (along with some chilli chocolate, nom nom nom) before a brief lunch and Nik & I drove off to Newquay to go leap in the sea.<br /><br />The sea looked pretty nice, sadly it was far from as nice as it was last week as the cold wind made me cold if I were to be above water, and the frequent little splashy waves prevented me from being able to stay down in the water for long. Thankfully I caught a good few waves in on my front (still body surfing!) and stayed in for an hour and a half. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve been nattering to Phil a little more about body surfing, I may look in to getting something like a hand board (a very small wooden board for holding on your hands as it keeps you skimming the waves better) and also some fins (to some they’d be called flippers, but they aren’t quite flippers as they’re more rubbery and smaller…). It’d help when the currents and such are stronger, and for when I want to go faster and better. Yes indeed. We shall see…<br />Good news is that I may be able to get a job here at PERRANPORTH next season if Coverack doesn’t want me, or if I just generally would prefer to be here in Perranporth (I would, even if it means far less hours… so long as I get enough hours to keep my stomach and van in order then I’m happy! Yay!).<br />But yes, we shall see. And Linda might not definitely be leaving anyway. Hum hum. We’ll see how the cookie crumbles…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Monday 24<sup>th</sup> October, 11:28pm. Lying in bed in my van on the cliff at Perranporth, have been watching “The Hangover” whilst eating quadruple chocolate cookies… it is well and truly PISSING it down outside, so much so that I can’t actually hear the moooovie, so I’m writing this instead. My side doors are well and truly leaking… thankfully the bed is staying dry… that’s how much it is raining, I feel that I’m going to be a busy person for a few days, weather proofing this thing (that includes insulating it, as currently the roof is just the one sheet of metal which means that:<br />a) when it rains it’s MADLY LOUD.<br />b) when I sleep in here condensation forms on the ceiling, this then drips on me in the morning and makes me imagine that I’m outside and it’s raining).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So what on earth have I been doing for the past few days?!<br />Last time I wrote it was Wednesday and I’d jumped in the sea at Newquay with Nik and got very cold. That night I drank cider and such and watched stars and a boat out at sea, had the hostel all to myself as there were no guests and Phil had gone to some staff meeting… quite strange, really. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thursday I felt a little worse for wear and so upon finally emerging from my van, I did mostly nothing until the evening when I drove back to Fal for another shanty practise – this one was far better! We were joined also by “Crazy Dave” Hart and a chap called Phil (another Phil) and so we sounded far better; not wanting a repeat of Tuesday nights one and a half pint requiring worries I drove back up to Perran again, always a friendly place. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Friday… what did happen Friday? Ah! Yes, walked along the cliff path to St Agnes with Nik; I’ve never actually bothered walking the entire way before, despite the fact that it’s only 4 miles… it’s a really rather nice walk (except for the hill at the end), and when we got there we tipped back a pint and a half at a place called Driftwood Spars (pub). Although this pint and a half made the 4 mile walk back far easier (though maybe not quicker) it did mean that we forgot that we could have just walked AROUND the first big hill on the beach, rather than climb up it then down it then up another… but oh well. 8 mile walk in the end, it’s good to do things, even if they’re just small things (it IS my holiday! I’m allowed to be a slob!).<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajSFHuFYucYo43a1Bm_MFGDxjd-aayyonNnQpOJmFjYeiseIfpK1pl7gj6bbKJbou-_-cCnbkhucSqCt5pi-nhk44X2BhRerwucvi_iBUHNRBqvjCq8Z-DMxwXMyJ8fRUKmclQRFvnp3T/s1600/DSCN0298.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajSFHuFYucYo43a1Bm_MFGDxjd-aayyonNnQpOJmFjYeiseIfpK1pl7gj6bbKJbou-_-cCnbkhucSqCt5pi-nhk44X2BhRerwucvi_iBUHNRBqvjCq8Z-DMxwXMyJ8fRUKmclQRFvnp3T/s320/DSCN0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668651421665618962" border="0" /></a>Half way between Perranporth & St Agnes... colourful cliffs due to iron, tin, copper, and sulpher.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Showed Phil “Game of Thrones” in the eve, may have got another 2 people hooked (come on next series! PLEASE!). </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saturday? Again, not much. In fact, pretty much nothing! Felt rather in “100% hibernation mode” so just interwebbed it up a little and felt pretty crap. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sunday? Gig at 3:25-45, then one in the evening also. How were they? I’m going to be completely honest and say that I think they were crap… our singing was good enough, but I felt that our band wasn’t our band – line up:<br />Dan O’Shea, Lisa Harrison, Martin Coote, Dave Hart, Dave Wisdom, the Phil chap, and myself.<br />Wisdom & Phil were having their first time with the band, they can both sing perfectly enough but perhaps didn’t know the lyrics 100% (this is a little off-putting when I’m sharing a mic with the two of them!). But yes, it didn’t seem like it should. Maybe this was because I’m judging everything on the fun we had at Aberfest back in April in Brittany? Maybe. And maybe it also wasn’t helped by the fact that I’ve been feeling pretty emotionally shoddy, but still. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I missed my Norweg’s. Singing definitely isn’t the same without them.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After it all the Dave’s played a game of Pool (or was it Snooker? Same thing, different coloured balls) before we went up to the bar to drink some beverages and natter and what not (rum & Shrubs! Mmmm). Lots of Celtic people around in their national Celtic outfits, it was pleasant enough. It’s pretty funny how those who try the hardest to be Cornish and proper are generally the ones who are NOT Cornish, from Berkshire or something but fancied going the whole hog. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Walked back up the hill in the pissing rain (it hasn’t stopped since, it’s about 24 hours now… flood warnings in parts of Cornwall, even!).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Monday. That’s today. Yet another late wake up, a day filled with helping Phil clean and tidy the hostel after the group left, then nattering to him and… oh, her name still fails me… but she’s a nice girl woman. Surfs a lot.<br />With all this talk of surfing I really would like to try my hand (or foot, or other surf related part of body) at it… though it seems like it gets pricey (like any hobby I guess!). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hum hum.<br /><br />Anyway, I should probably now take a piddle out the side of my van (delightful) and go to sleep as I’ve asked Phil if he’ll kindly hammer on my van in the morning when he gets up.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But first, I shall listen to Dan’s first CD, with it’s 5 tracks. “Songs I Sing”. Good luck to Mr O’Shea on his travels round Europe! I wish he’d take a camera so I could see what he gets up to… or at least lives to tell me the tales.<br />Which he had better do, as he tells good stories.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">G’night for now.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hello again.<br /><br />Friday 28<sup>th</sup> October, yesturday my schwester Elk turned a whole 20! No longer a teenager. Quite strange, really.<br /><br />Am counting down the days till there is no more Golant, I’ll miss aspects of it though. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The last few days have been… hmm, well the Perranporth ones were nice (got back to Golant Wednesday early afternoon ready for 2pm shift, nice sunny drive); sadly since getting back here my days have been rather miserable feeling – especially in the deep dark evenings – and I’m just hoping and would be praying if I was religious for some happier emotions.<br />Despite the fact that I’ve got Sam and Rachel to talk to at work (and Rachel at home, too… Duncan has left now) I’ve a horrible feeling of loneliness which can’t be shaken. It’s quite odd… you’re at uni for a few years with the same friends, they’re always there, you get really close… and then uni ends and everyone disburses. Of course there are still a few folks down here – there’s Lisa, Phil, sometimes Carl for a brief pint or hello, Rachel (good when we’re not in work), and there was Mr Arnold… I hope there still will be. But there’s no one quite like my Norwegian’s. With most folks I’ve just been feeling generally in the way, probably just me being silly though. Maybe it’s just the time of years fault as to why I’m feeling so awful and lonesome!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’ll be fantabulous to get to Reigate in December and see all my old lot (in their non-old ages), and then to Norway for the Norweg’s.<br />I suppose this is the life I’ll have to get used to, being a wandering South Wester! Lack of permanence.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">In the split between shifts today, Sam Rachel & I drove to St Austell so I could get a few things printed (I WILL miss those printers…), and for me to pick up some stuff for Hector (which Sam kindly later helped me with, phew! Hector will now remain alive again for a MUCH longer time as he’s got a big drink of oil. Om nom nom?!). Rachel & I cooked a late afternoon lunch for us all, a pork roast dinner with apple & plum sauce & all!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tomorrow I will dedicate to getting more of my room sorted out ready to move, and get a few things done. Hurrah…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Over and out, and hopefully next time I’ll be a fair bit chirpier.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Things I’ve been listening to:<br />-Dan O’Shea’s new (and first) CD “Songs I Sing”<br />-John Butler Trio<br />-Bob Marley</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-87715170090056371842011-10-05T05:47:00.000-07:002011-10-05T11:53:21.451-07:0098. All the yummy food I ate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3l3xQv4TLIMU_f5BCx4AsbZatH2KY4uEWhOp4v05EB12pzv9upjY6tGgVnVnf4vo5GPIssIUruqqydI3XCxpaCOPMPLPhjxqeC3NRIR565DEaUbSMDo4S9gTuUzVvVLsrONWYuD2dXZw/s1600/Anna+Emilia+Laitinen.png"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXrOF7MthlU-ic_qFHQ-GWD3sn6Z37uok2GvvOUdNUq3q9SDq99_Z9oPgYR_YE-lnYMwd1WRPUF5FkMUNRoUMy3dObNmTZo4Z67LnRfdpisUcSsTUuLynFGpluAe850auDpycugyAEWoj/s1600/pheasant.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXrOF7MthlU-ic_qFHQ-GWD3sn6Z37uok2GvvOUdNUq3q9SDq99_Z9oPgYR_YE-lnYMwd1WRPUF5FkMUNRoUMy3dObNmTZo4Z67LnRfdpisUcSsTUuLynFGpluAe850auDpycugyAEWoj/s320/pheasant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659989777031419874" border="0" /></a>I drew me a pheasant! Actually I drew it for mon grandmere... her geburtstag.<br /><br /> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal">Ahh another week… admittedly in whole it went rather speedily, but day by day it dragged by sooo slooow… probably wasn’t helped by the fact that on one day I did too many sit ups from an odd angle, and too many hula-hoopings, and then got dead tired and run down so felt utterly caput (on a couple of days Sam had to keep prodding me to make sure I was alive). Thankfully there were a few days of the most superb weather! Indian summer, the radio said; so naturally we (myself, Duncan, Rachel, and Rachel’s Paul) drove off to Polridmouth beach and leapt in the sea. We floated about in the oddly shallow and muddy depths, giggling and staring up at the blue sky…<br /><br />Interruption – a yellow ochre coloured moth has just landed next to me on the bed, the nosy parker…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">…before chowing down on a lunch of Eden Project bread (really yummy) which had been left behind by someone, with salted butter, Marmite, and honey (not mixed together). That night we all sat in the living room eating a rather marvellous lasagne which was made from loads of random leftovers so every mouthful tasted different to the last; we drank drinks and played Uno. Mr Arnold appeared later that eve and more was drunk, more Uno was played, and sure enough I got a hangover the next day. This seems to be happening a fair load recently (more than usual, anyway). End of season “madness”, I guess… we’re all getting twitchy. The middle of the day was filled mostly with laying outside on the grass in the rather hot sunshine and having Dan & Kelsie comment on how I looked dead (I DID stay laying there for a fair long time in the end). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sunday evening I drove with Mr Arnold back to Fal and on the Monday we had a relatively lazy day, brief trip in to Trago Mills (where I met Carl) to buy MANLY! things for Hector, then on to a green little tucked away valley near Lanner (the name of which fails me). I had been in a pretty grumpy mood all morning, but the woods certainly calmed me down, especially with the busy stream rushing down the centre of it. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">That eve we ate a scrummy yummy beef roast cooked by Arnold (‘cept the Yorkshire puds, which I created), accompanied by red wine and followed up by lemon sorbet with frozen raspberries in bed with an eyeful of Downton Abbey and one hell of a lot of arse gas. Sometimes it’s good to have lazy days when not so much is done. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Today (this was written Tuesday eve) was a little less lazy, waking up at a reasonable time (8:30am) and driving off to Lisa’s field where I ate my breakfast in her little gypsy caravan and grinned at Dan when he woke up as he always looks like a boiled owl. We lazed and nattered for a while, Dave Wisdom emerged from his caravan across the field and came in for coffee (fresh & proper mint tea for me) and then at around 11 the three of us climbed in to Hector and drove off (the scenic way) to the Ferryboat Inn in North Helford.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The sun came out just in time for lunch, so we sat outside overlooking the river and drank our drinks (just a half of Rattler for me!) and got pestered by a drunken wasp. Lisa & I shared a big pot of garlic & white wine mussels, some bread, some proper hand cut (skins still on) chips, and a bowl of pan fried whole large prawns. This was followed up by a walk along the footpath, collecting sloe’s from the hedges for sloe gin, and breaking in over the wall to Trebah garden beach where upon Lisa & I leapt in to the clear, calm sea and swam in our underwear; naturally I stayed in longer than Lisa (a fair long while indeed, infact!) and floated and floated and floated. And swam. And helped Dan’s oyster shell boat with a ballast of flat stones to get out to sea… but then it was dragged under by a Kraken hidden in the depths of the seaweed jungle under a little rocky area. I went to dive for it, but seaweed Kraken’s really don’t appeal. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Getting back to Lisa’s caravan we sat on the sofa and warmed ourselves by the log burner (Dan dried & toasted my socks) before I drove back “home” to Golant.<br /><br />All in all, a nice relaxed weekend. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This coming week is supposed to be a quiet one which will be nice, and on one of the days I may be joining the YHA team (myself, Penzance Paul, Lands End Chris, and Perranporth Phil) in a Quarryathon! It sounds exciting, if I do partake then I hope the weather remains good enough (though it seems the Indian Summer is over, and we’re returning to normal October weather). </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hope the gallery in Brighton get in contact with me again, they sent me an e-mail saying they’d like to feature some of my work there if I was interested – naturally I was and they seem like a really good place. BRIGHTON! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I must remember to continue eating food from out of my cupboards, I have rather a large amount to eat before I go, and to do things like make / finish a few peoples crocheted arm warmers and send some letters and cards and play with clay. Yes yes yes. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hope I get everything done.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">There you go! SLIGHTLY less lengthy update than per usual in recent times!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">And here is a lovely piece by Anna Emma Laitinen...<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3l3xQv4TLIMU_f5BCx4AsbZatH2KY4uEWhOp4v05EB12pzv9upjY6tGgVnVnf4vo5GPIssIUruqqydI3XCxpaCOPMPLPhjxqeC3NRIR565DEaUbSMDo4S9gTuUzVvVLsrONWYuD2dXZw/s1600/Anna+Emilia+Laitinen.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis3l3xQv4TLIMU_f5BCx4AsbZatH2KY4uEWhOp4v05EB12pzv9upjY6tGgVnVnf4vo5GPIssIUruqqydI3XCxpaCOPMPLPhjxqeC3NRIR565DEaUbSMDo4S9gTuUzVvVLsrONWYuD2dXZw/s320/Anna+Emilia+Laitinen.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659989771800042802" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-31900065496723071882011-09-27T11:37:00.000-07:002011-09-27T12:07:49.188-07:0097. I'll live near PorthlevenI'll start things off differently... here's some work I've done!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlEguoWIboWrILkibn94h5ZhxGd9y70XNKmciWKaYYTLGXgWGXTNFr1rWTrF_ufG2kYIThDzAnlNAKzUDs0FfSJyLyxnmoEv-3BT1HSN_QHm1Jy5k57A4Rf44yjiYklAh8tbEeblrf0Gm/s1600/originallovebunny.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlEguoWIboWrILkibn94h5ZhxGd9y70XNKmciWKaYYTLGXgWGXTNFr1rWTrF_ufG2kYIThDzAnlNAKzUDs0FfSJyLyxnmoEv-3BT1HSN_QHm1Jy5k57A4Rf44yjiYklAh8tbEeblrf0Gm/s320/originallovebunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657112354434082226" border="0" /></a>I've sent 3 new originals to the Relegacy Gallery in Barbican, Plymouth (since the Love Bunny was so popular). Indian ink, watercolour, and gouache... plus a lot of GIRLINESS.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXm00JNaVhMuZubPbCSND6bCGJ0W1DjQKf-MnyXiQAUvk96LBAza0uhwE2lsJkpxieEV7krqXVQG2o6bjk1mrWnqpS1ne0lCo-eUSKNer1JtbYe7fFRIU-k0wm8HdYxFVpzamL7KPcKtj/s1600/cavewitch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXm00JNaVhMuZubPbCSND6bCGJ0W1DjQKf-MnyXiQAUvk96LBAza0uhwE2lsJkpxieEV7krqXVQG2o6bjk1mrWnqpS1ne0lCo-eUSKNer1JtbYe7fFRIU-k0wm8HdYxFVpzamL7KPcKtj/s320/cavewitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657112339604264258" border="0" /></a>Some experimental doodling, to go with this piece of writing which I did when half awake:<br /><br />"A fair distance away from that which we call “civilisation” was a cave – perhaps more like the burrow of a furred creature than a cave, as it was a collection of tunnels which to an outsider would be most baffling; to she, however, it was a safe quiet place to live until any great disruption came along.<br />She was one of many years but apparently not much age, she had become at one with the earth and so was at par with its rhythms and ways; she would return to ground when the days became too dark and chill then restore herself to above when the snowdrops weaned their way upwards over the icy crunch… and so she would be renewed, refreshed, ready to restart the year like a new green shoot.<br />Life went on, as it had done for many a moon.<br />Of course, this had not always been the way – she had once been like you or I, a soul brought up amongst others whether it be in the terrifying automated rattle of a bustling city, or to the slow lull of village life; she had been born a babe, grown a girl, and formed a woman."<br /><br />I LIKE IT. Though the picture isn't quite right, it seems.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBZx3N2F-5MPx_rc-qn2iEgQ08ufJvnF8QZDnEEO5d9M43bHDdHsjGoDJ2dg8I2BxwIZDflk3PS1HdlUq2arNR_9TJ2UR4gHsj-xyoN6Y6ZxYJVcetswyFueYTydcx3MyGNNmtFgd0IiD/s1600/oddowl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBZx3N2F-5MPx_rc-qn2iEgQ08ufJvnF8QZDnEEO5d9M43bHDdHsjGoDJ2dg8I2BxwIZDflk3PS1HdlUq2arNR_9TJ2UR4gHsj-xyoN6Y6ZxYJVcetswyFueYTydcx3MyGNNmtFgd0IiD/s320/oddowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657112359729974466" border="0" /></a>A weird freaky owl bird, who would like to propose to you with some leaves.<br /><br /><br /> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Times; panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} p.MsoListParagraph, li.MsoListParagraph, div.MsoListParagraph {margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:36.0pt; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} p.MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst, li.MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst, div.MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:36.0pt; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} p.MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle, li.MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle, div.MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:36.0pt; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} p.MsoListParagraphCxSpLast, li.MsoListParagraphCxSpLast, div.MsoListParagraphCxSpLast {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-top:0cm; margin-right:0cm; margin-bottom:0cm; margin-left:36.0pt; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} /* List Definitions */ @list l0 {mso-list-id:730343739; mso-list-type:hybrid; mso-list-template-ids:2103467542 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715;} @list l0:level1 {mso-level-tab-stop:none; mso-level-number-position:left; text-indent:-18.0pt;} ol {margin-bottom:0cm;} ul {margin-bottom:0cm;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Mmm… well, that was a nice Monday! After a lazy morning we passed by the Tywardreath butchers to grab a pasty and an egg & bacon pie before driving down to catch the car ferry over the river to Bodinnick; Hector had never been on a car ferry before! And he’s not being driven on to many more if they all cost £3.50 for a 2 minute/SECOND journey…! From Bodinnick we drove to Lansallos where I found some sheep under the trees next to the car park – the sort of sheep which look a little like angry dogs in the face department. After a look about the old gravestones in the churchyard and a snoop about the church (it’s a really rather nice one, the pews are really old and carved and they’ve recycled some headstones and are using them as the floor), we met a bat in the church porch and then a big 4 inch long bright green caterpillar with purple flashes on it’s back and a big black spike on it’s bum… naturally we disturbed it’s peaceful existence by picking it up on a stick to get a better look. Onwards! Down to the beach! But not before stopping in the woods to wee behind a tree, and then in a field overlooking the sea to eat our lunch (shock horror, not French bread and salted butter) and then FAINT! I had some odd sort of hiccup which was really rather painful and then lead on to me feeling dizzy from the pain, leaning sideways to stay vaguely upright, and blacking out! It’s never happened before, ever… it was pretty nasty really. Didn’t feel right for a short time afterwards. But I’m still alive now, so it’s all good because I really rather like life!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Anyway, away from talk of almost dying. Down on the beach the swell was rather mighty due to the significant breeze, and the sun couldn’t decide whether it was out or not. Sitting on a flat rock part way up the cliff was nice, and then wandering along the beach avoiding being washed away, picking up tiny green bits of sea glass. Sit on the cliff again (it’s my weekend, I’m allowed to sit down and be lazy!) before climbing the cliff hill where at the top we found an apple tree which had the most deliciously sweet apples – naturally the tree was climbed and some of the better apples were picked and put ironically into a plastic Tesco’s carrier bag. On we walked, through the fields and down a lane; lanes always make me want to sing, quite often in a ridiculous voice. Leaving the lane we went into the fields again where the footpath lead past a small rock post in the middle; on approach we saw a big white thing next to it which Will exclaimed to be a total whopper (we’re talking mushrooms, here – if you ever walk with the chap you will find the majority of conversation leads to “Oh! Another apple tree!” or “Ahh! Is it a field mushroom?”). Getting closer he reckoned that it was not actually a whopper of a mushroom, but actually just a white rock… on tapping this rock with his toe, he found that it was actually a giant puffball. Conversation then lead on to whether puffballs were edible or not, which we thought not but after managing not to throw it and see if it’d explode (it wouldn’t, it wasn’t old and saggy enough) we brought it along for the rest of the walk back up to the church by Lansallos. This whopper was roughly the side of someone’s brain and even had the brain stem area, and became Rock Bottom Owl’s dashboard buddy for the drive home. Getting home we did research in a couple of books (“Food For Free” pocket book, and hardback covered “A Greener Life”) and found that these giant puffballs were indeed edible in the pure white skinned state such as we had found it in; this caused great excitement and so I then sliced the beast into centimetre thick slices before removing unsavoury yellow areas (not many) and covering with whisked egg and bread crumbs then frying them in sausage fat and butter. Supper was green beans from the garden, the afore mentioned bread crumbed puffball slices, some of Will’s homemade apple chutney (yum!) and 3 rather tasty mustard and honey pork sausages… all in all, it was a blimmin’ great meal and I can’t wait for the next time I find a puffball in such good condition (I read that they can grow to about 4 foot wide in diameter, BLIMEY).</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMdaCGONt19GBUT9fd6nk5BVg1tls0WsVQBW_TRZUqhn7y9uUuQPD9Z7HeqzgpI3UQcDegDJTyHmUSCLdLZHXFRU__FXiw5U2PELugEUYsH_Ai28QAKGb1ez_7FuPH2SiLDS79yxriN8D/s1600/DSCN0178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMdaCGONt19GBUT9fd6nk5BVg1tls0WsVQBW_TRZUqhn7y9uUuQPD9Z7HeqzgpI3UQcDegDJTyHmUSCLdLZHXFRU__FXiw5U2PELugEUYsH_Ai28QAKGb1ez_7FuPH2SiLDS79yxriN8D/s320/DSCN0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657116708709658514" border="0" /></a>(The puffball & Mr Arnold).<br /><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">I should now be well and truly asleep as I’m up at 6am to pick the Norwegian’s up from the station at 6:30ish, eeek! VERY VERY EXCITED! Good night for now.<br />Update: it is now 12:10 (midday). THE NORWEGIAN’S ARE HERE. They are resting their little Norwegian heads on my beds. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Wow… so today is now Wednesday 21<sup>st</sup> September… where is the time going! I’ll write about the Norwegian’s stay after I have written how to make what I am currently eating, coz it is REALLY REALLY GOOD!!!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">How to make Bex’s really good yummy stew which she is eating right this second:<br /><br />Feeds an average of 4, depending on how hungry you are<br /><br />Ingredients<br />A little oil (of the edible sort, any kind will do – I used extra virgin olive oil as that’s all I had)<br />2 onions (I used 1 red, 1 white – its what I had!)<br />Pork mince (big pack, the sort which might feed 4 people in a spag bog)<br />8 slices sliced up bacon (or there about, I used un-smoked but smoked could work too)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">2 apples (any size, variety, the bigger the better I say)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">1 tin sliced pineapple in juice</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">1 carrot (this should be roughly gratered)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">1 tin chickpeas (drained)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Enough veggie stock (bouillon) to taste, 1 or 2 tbsp perhaps (with water, to mush)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">1 tbsp turmeric powder (not too much, just enough to colour & slightly taste)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">1 tbsp cumin (again, shouldn’t be overbearing taste wise)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">1 tbsp dark or light brown sugar</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">A handful of chunkily chopped green beans (broad beans?)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">50-100g blended / mushed / generally pummelled raisins</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">2 tbsp carob powder</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">3 tbsp ground nuts (brazils / cashews / almonds…)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:Times; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:100%;" ><span style="mso-list:Ignore">1.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Heat the oil in a relatively big metal pan, add roughly chopped onion and when it has started to soften add the pork mince.</span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:Times; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:100%;" ><span style="mso-list:Ignore">2.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Once mince had almost fully cooked (not many pink bits left to see) add in chunks of apple (whatever size you like) along with the tin of pineapple and all of it’s juice.</span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:Times; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:100%;" ><span style="mso-list:Ignore">3.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Throw in the rest of the ingredients along with enough water to let it all go a bit mushy. KEEP AN EYE ON THE BACON! Watch the bacon until you can see it is fully cooked, we don’t want any ill people on our hands (but don’t pre-cook it, we don’t want to be losing any of the juices!!).</span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:Times; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:100%;" ><span style="mso-list:Ignore">4.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">The last 3 ingredients are to add a final bit of sweetness – I added them in the form of an experiment as I had some previously made “raw food cookies”. If you’d like to make the batch of raw food cookies and then eat some, add some to this stew mixture the recipe is:<br /><br /><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">¾ cup of nuts (I used mostly cashews and brazils)<br />¼ cup raw carob powder (looks a little like cocoa, find in “hippy” food shops)<br />1 cup raisins<br /><br />Blend the above ingredients together, using one of those scary whooshing chopping blendy machines, add water until it forms together to make a sort of dough rather than a crumble. Make in to balls about the size of ping pong balls (although sometimes you’ll only want to eat an amount half the size of a ping pong ball, depending on how raisin friendly you are). They’re also quite nice when rolled in chopped / powdered almonds.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Times;mso-fareast-font-family:Times; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:100%;" ><span style="mso-list:Ignore">5.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Leave the mush to contemplate life for a while, eat whenever you like. I didn’t eat any form of carbohydrate with my stew mush as I decided that amongst all those ingredients there was probably something carby anyway, and I was pretty full in the end anyway.<br /><br />Enjoy!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Right… now TODAY is Monday 26<sup>th</sup> September! I have 17 or 18 more working days at Golant YHA… holy shitcakes. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Anyway, I shall now update fully with my past two or three? Weeks happenings…<br />So the Norwegian’s got here, and after a morning (and early afternoon) of sleeping, snoozing, and being lazy around St Austell we decided to go off in the early evening to Fowey where we went for the second time to The Boathouse.<br />The Boathouse, as I may have mentioned before, is an Italian restaurant almost right on the estuary. Since the Norwegian’s decided it was too cold to sit outside (though it’s much colder in Norway) we sat inside, and ordered pizza’s and pasta; this time round I chose a seafood pizza which was topped with king prawns, squid, mussels, lemon, and possibly something else but I’m not too sure. After copious amounts of food we decided to nurse our food babies and watch the water go by – a friendly lady approached us and mentioned that we made a most excellent picture, and so I got her to take a photo (it IS nice). </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Wednesday! Off to Boscastle I drive, again. Arrived roughly lunchtime to we wandered in to The Cobweb Inn for some face stuffing. The Cobweb is an age old place although the food is not terribly amazing – mostly just average pub grub (I had sweet chilli pork balls)… thankfully the aesthetics of the place make up for it’s food (and the pint of Stowfords Press helped too – I didn’t have to drive for another 4 hours!). The ceiling is covered with hanging bottles, tankards, mugs, and other container related items along with a thick layer of dust – if the YHA health and safety inspector chap (CMI) ever visited there, he might have a few hundred children. Admittedly the tables and actual “public” areas were all clean, it was just the characterful dusty ceiling. On the mention of characters, there was one sitting at the bar – long grey hair tied back in a ponytail, beard, baseball cap, black and white sports style jacket with world flags on it, flowery surf style shorts, and luminous pink knee high socks with neon green blue and yellow spots. And trainers. I love these sorts of people, they show me that not all people over a certain age are destined to wear purely only Marks & Spencers items. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Staggering on once again with food babies and a tad giggly due to the alcohol intake we wandered along the tourist avoiding cobbled street and a brief look in to the little gallery; onwards again I took them along the harbour wall which said “not a footpath, slippery when wet” which I had found with Mr Arnold. The tide was well and truly out this time but you could hear an impressive booming sound when the waves outside the harbour went in to the cliff walls. I went off, as I do, and lone scrambled up the cliff on to a footpath which took me on to the large lump of rock which blocks and protects Boscastle village from the outside sea, for some reason or another I hadn’t gone up there last time, but I’m glad I did. From the top it felt like I had an aerial view of the whole place and the Norwegian’s were just little specks sitting down on the jetty below; on the other side the sun shone on the sea, turning it’s colour a vivid turquoise.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOxs62i06bRYUfuAKxidaUTcwIE1nTvUzzbQ2-LxNu74yF2jFl6NYIPZMNo1c_0jrGesgeqnbJMM3oLiZxsOGAskQaX-TkkotvLVJeQ84EelqQeWp4mqyONMQ1Jvd80hXfDYYMX7-8YuM/s1600/DSCN0211.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOxs62i06bRYUfuAKxidaUTcwIE1nTvUzzbQ2-LxNu74yF2jFl6NYIPZMNo1c_0jrGesgeqnbJMM3oLiZxsOGAskQaX-TkkotvLVJeQ84EelqQeWp4mqyONMQ1Jvd80hXfDYYMX7-8YuM/s320/DSCN0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657116714853846898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">(View from the top of the Boscastle bit).<br />I scampered down the hill again to try persuade the other two to come see, but failed and so after a brief leap in to the National Trust toilets (I forgot pints did that) we went to the Museum of Witchcraft (again!); this time I was armed with sketchbook & pencil. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Things I drew / wrote down:<br />-A chap called John William Waterhouse does nice paintings of witches and the like.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-A witch in some part of Britain used to display a clay hand in her window; if it was turned to face outwards with the red heart showing in it’s palm then she was open for business, if the heart was not on show then she was not open.<br />-Little wooden / stone carved charms of a ladies arm and hand with her thumb sandwiched between her fore and middle finger; protection from the evil eye and a powerful sign of feminism.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-The hand of Fatima (another charm) also protects from the evil eye.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-If your wife is out with “Mr Wonderful” and you’re a tad jealous and aren’t sure what her intentions are, then prick a needle in to the toe of one of her shoes; this will prick her conscious and make sure she doesn’t do anything “bad”. Apparently.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Black Doris; can’t quite remember what she had to do, but she owned a red ladies shoe in which she had encased a dead (frozen naturally) sparrow in bee’s wax.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Harm (and care) can be done with the use of “poppets”. These are human shaped dolls / similar which are personal to that person in some way (they may look like them, and the spell accuracy can be improved by knitting their hair in to the poppet or something similar) (pubes seem popular it seems!). Basically, voodoo dolls.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-It was traditionally an Easter HARE, not rabbit. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Witches often change in to the form of a hare, so legend has it (on this note – I do like to believe some aspects of all this witchcraft stuff but I don’t quite believe that a being can change shape and turn in to a hare or any other creature for that matter). </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-The staffs / sticks that witches often carry are called “stangs”. They must have V ends (not just straight). If nothing else, the V place is a good thumb rest.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Dew is very good for healing, back in the day many folk could be seen collecting it carefully in the mornings. This could be done by placing a clean piece of fabric over a patch of grass and then squeezing the moisture out of it (that’d be the dew, unless it had rained – then it’d be rain).</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-“No pisky could hurt a man if his coat was inside out”. Good to know.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-There is witchcraft used in Christianity; votive body parts made out of wax are left in front of saints and shrines and such, like if you have a broken arm perhaps you’d leave a wax arm there.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-I learnt how to properly draw labyrinths, they can put you in to a trance and are often found in south west England (I remember finding one on the Isles of Scilly). </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Rowan berry charms should be on a red thread and made in a circle, then worn or hung above the door.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-To curse someone, one way is to get a black lemon (gone off?) and to tie it up with black thread and stick pins in to it. This should be hidden in the curse victims home.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-If you tie a hag stone (stone with a natural hole in it) to your keys then you will never lose them and your home will remain safe when locked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Serpents / dragons drawn / made in a circle are a sign of eternity and the cyclic nature of existence.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Black or dark mirrors help to see and / or contact spirits. This is called scrying.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-People originally put horse brasses on their horses to deflect bad luck and evil spirits. Some used to have pentacles and such like on them although these days they are mostly less spiritual images it seems.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Mounted horse tails (not attached to the horse, but detached from a hopefully dead horse) bring long life, strength, and health to horses.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Old Nick is a funny half-human half-goat creature…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-I took a 2p tarot card reading thing (I doubt it’s accurate!) and I got the card “temperance” (Naín). Although their reading said something different with that card, my cards say “The spirit of the mother of Sichen gave him comfort and help during his trip: care”.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-I’d like to do some research in to a character called Cernunnos… I remember Imy painting him on to the side of Alasdair’s van up in Scotland.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-Some charms: an anchor = hope, a cross = faith, a heart = charity. Rabbit’s feet and cats (especially black ones) are also good.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-When wearing coral, one cannot be cursed or “overlooked”.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">-If you wear a bag of moles feet round your neck you will be cured from toothache & cramp.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Wasn’t that interesting? Heh. To ME it was! Anyhoo, on from there we did as I did before and went via the lovely local ice-cream place (lavender & honey… as before) and then tootled off home to Golant where I found my parents who had travelled down from Reigate for my graduation.<br />That night we all (myself, the Norwegians & parents) went off to Fowey to eat out again! It was most odd being driven about, for one I wasn’t the one driving, for two I was on the passenger side, and for three I was in the back. WEIRD. So I sat up like a Meer cat the entire journey trying to see where we were going. We ate at a place two doors down from The Boathouse, Food For Thought. From the outside it seems like a fairly normal place, it’s nothing showy, looks very harbour side… but I’d heard good reviews, and since the (one and only) vegetarian option was halloumi cheese rather than something crap like a veggie burger or the normal – feta cheese parcels, it must be good.<br />IT WAS.<br />We walked in and instantly felt a little under dressed as I had underestimated the dress code (well, I say code… there wasn’t really one but everyone else was more dressed up) and then were seated where we at once had napkins placed OVER our laps, not just left for us to do with what we pleased.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Menus were given out – my dad last, ladies go first! And a wine list was given to us… since I drink most wines if they don’t taste of acid I let the Norwegians choose. The wine was brought to us and offered to my dad, since he was paying (how they knew that who knows). He doesn’t drink really so he said no and they poured a little in to my glass. Just a little. A while after, after they had been hovering over me Silje decided to remind me that I was meant to be TRYING the wine before anyone else could have some! I can safely say that has NEVER happened to me before. So I tried it and pretty much said it was fine before it touched my lips, it’s wine! It’ll be fine! Especially if it’s of THAT price!! Perhaps when I get older I’ll get a proper taste for things.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">My meal was most delicious, and if it had been half the size and half the price it would have been PERFECT as I (sadly) was unable to finish my main course.<br />We were given warm rolls and butter as the pre-starter bits, and then for starters I had raw, yes, RAW scallops with a very artistic pile of salad on top and some mango goo and some sweet chilli sauce (spread artistically around the plate). I was a little concerned by the fact that the scallops were raw, I’ve only ever had them cooked but I supposed that since they were raw it’d mean that they were well and truly FRESH. They tasted delicious. Not as good as the cooked ones in The Wheelhouse in Falmouth but still really rather tasty, and the texture was surprisingly pleasant! For mains we all shared a bowl of petite pois and some buttery green beans, and I chose a beef steak -<br /><br />27<sup>th</sup> September, 1:02am HOLY SHIT I JUST SAW A RATHER LARGE BAT FLY INTO MY ROOM, never seem them come IN before, just go out… its funny to think that they can’t see us, just hear us… a blind thing flying about!! Interlude over…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Which came with an artful pile of the chunkiest chips on earth (about 6 of them) a big mushroom, and a big half tomato. I tried and I tried to finish my meal, and even swapped chunks of meat with Silje (she had a huge bit of pork with crackling all along the back… mmm!) but no… I physically couldn’t fit any more in my belly even though the puddings looked REALLY yummy.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">I hope to go back there some day. Maybe at the end of Golant. Back home we then went, and I went to bed in my van again (where I slept as the Norweg’s had my room). </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Next day. Graduation! As per usual, I looked like a scruff bag compared to everyone else, but that is fine. Drove down to Falmouth with the parents in convoy behind and walked in to town for a pasty on the quay, and a couple of photos (upon where my mother pinched my bum. She is not meant to do this).<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkTKGVvfhsrSz307B0Zkq8hrmgZ7ee8McjVaD2o2XLSfEWD8P8G9MrtrjLmBp2CxcC7-91L0pTcBzV-uH5_9TX5MDiWpkLZ1-OY50JxpJ3_nUvDwtCvGLPv8W70dK6-7g2iPItzxkW71r/s1600/DSCN0223.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVkTKGVvfhsrSz307B0Zkq8hrmgZ7ee8McjVaD2o2XLSfEWD8P8G9MrtrjLmBp2CxcC7-91L0pTcBzV-uH5_9TX5MDiWpkLZ1-OY50JxpJ3_nUvDwtCvGLPv8W70dK6-7g2iPItzxkW71r/s320/DSCN0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657116718230293842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">(Rarr, Squidget & I looking special on the quay).<br />To Princess Pavilions we went where we were all dressed up in our silly hats and mad gowns, fun was had with these and photos were taken of us in funny poses (not a single hat throwing photo!). Students led into the hall and ceremony done – I got to sit next to Mr Will Bovill which was nice as he’s a good chap and I’ve never really spoken to him much due to my habit of being an unsociable sod. I reckon we could natter for a fair while. I felt like I was on stage shaking hands and the like for literally a second, it was funny to think that on that same stage I’ve watched good bands play and walked on at a Spiritual and Mystic fayre. The resulting photo of me being an ill at ease person in front of large amounts of other people is that my official hand-shaking photo actually looks like I’m about to Dosie Doe with the woman (who was she?). The motherly one, finding this rather amusing, decided to buy the photo. Forcing myself to be sociable rather than run off to my van and drive to the forge to see Lisa I stood about sort of talking to fellow classmates before a small group of us went to the beach to eat ice-cream (orange & mascarpone Roskillys) and then go back in to town to The Front to drink (Pepsi for me… hmpf!) and eat Balti Curries curry. Om nom nom. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Official graduation stuff over, the Friday I (grumpily) drove the Norweg’s to their storage unit near Perranporth, and then (less grumpily) drove all the way to Perranporth where I parked up on the cliff by the hostel and showed the Norweg’s the mining caves, had a brief natter to Phil, and ran off down the cliff to the beach where we made a pact to all jump into the sea (the weather was most pleasant).<br />I’m so glad I jumped in the sea, even if it was in my underwear. So good rolling about in the waves, it makes you feel more alive; it amused me to see everyone else garbed in tight black neoprene. Drove back to Golant just in time to get back on shift for the evening, all nice and salt water encrusted. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">The Norweg’s left on Sunday, and then my next Monday Tuesday were just lazy and monging about in Falmouth for a slight change in scenery. It is nice having lazy weekends, though I did need to pick up a couple of things such as proper squishy ear plugs for the next time I’m sleeping in my van and it starts raining… it’s thunderous. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">The past week has been mostly uneventful except for a meeting with a lovely lass from a hostel in the North York’s for which name I can’t remember. She being staff, I invited her to the staff house for the evening for a drink or two… between herself, Duncan & I we finished off a bottle of red wine, one of rose, a fair chunk of ginger wine, a little amount of Duncan’s homemade mead, and some 8.3% cider… I can safely say that the next day I was NOT feeling top notch. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Today, or rather as it is now YESTURDAY, I woke up nice and late due to a 2:30am disruption of a fire alarm and then spent the day round about Lanhydrock National Trust property with Mr Arnold. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Parking up a short distance away from the big house, we snaked our way through the woods next to the river at the bottom of the hill; the trees there are brilliant, many covered with a coat of moss and throwing their limbs across the path. As per usual, Arnold was on the look out for fish (trout, mostly) in the river, after a while of looking and finally sitting down by the river we finally saw one! It leapt right out of the water! It was most exciting, and probably a rainbow trout rather than a brown one. We also saw a couple of flashes of golden yellow as a Goldfinch flew about, but apparently the fish was way more amazing.<br />The leaves on the trees haven’t yet got to the point of which they look as if they’re created from rust, however it’s soon approaching. Field which have been harvested are now full of almost fully grown pheasants and it’s almost to the season of shooting… contemplating a few ways of acquiring a pheasant or two for myself without having to shoot (due to lack of gun…). Heavily alcoholic raisins? Could work. Get ‘em drunk, then pounce and snap their necks! Sorry, but I’d rather kill my own meat (although due to lack of knowledge of how and other reasons, I eat shop brought). </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2BvKDOURcacucBJNtolwaRt2fPENhyphenhyphengNnTLMyU3z7IW6Alw2LaadyNpcQggqqXcTFhVqH_LA9X22MUUq5I3cgOIhgsFdo7jJgEYk_Oi81dU83NT8WgqsnPbUHuobnK-1qUVOTAh9F7nMK/s1600/DSCN0267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2BvKDOURcacucBJNtolwaRt2fPENhyphenhyphengNnTLMyU3z7IW6Alw2LaadyNpcQggqqXcTFhVqH_LA9X22MUUq5I3cgOIhgsFdo7jJgEYk_Oi81dU83NT8WgqsnPbUHuobnK-1qUVOTAh9F7nMK/s320/DSCN0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657116725831406962" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">(This is how close I got to the pheasants... no zoom on this one!).<br />Unable to get in to Lanhydrock house in the end as it turned out it’s not open on Mondays, we wandered about the gardens and found huge leaves, black leaves with bright yellow flowers, and some more very tame pheasants which I turned to stalking through the bushes. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Today (Tuesday 27<sup>th</sup>) has been a lazy day, I’ve eaten far too much, and am now making up for that by sitting outside in the back garden (even though the sunlight has all gone from this area, and the ground is damp). The weather is still warm for the time of night due to the Indian summer which has decided to appear, and I’m listening to Bonobo with a bottle of Weston’s Vintage 8.2%. Mmm. I’m glad it’s still on offer in Co-Op. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">A wood pigeon has just flown past and I heard the brief cry of seagulls, and the swoosh of a breeze in the trees. Somewhere a little distance away cows are making their mooing noises and in the field below me a pheasant has just started to make it’s racket. There goes a couple of seagulls flying through the cloud dotted blue evening sky and a wood pigeon cooing in a tree. I should finish this soon, it’s over 4000 words long… I guess it IS an update for a few weeks of failing to do so… </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Conkers on the tree,<br />Swallows all gone,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Yellowing clouds.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">5632 words.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">P.S. Do I really look older than 22?? Phil asked if I was over 26, and Duncan thought I was around 24!</span></p>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-35002883793066748772011-09-10T14:00:00.000-07:002011-09-10T14:15:14.494-07:0096. A Mars and a Twix<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnps1Jn4TqFvsIUX4OFtujJ2MLF4nSp3T0o-JPoQdE1x-kiWvf3N6wtPeDR7WL9XcdALn43vKr9-fuiP9ab1lxWGHZDOq_O4mr6A6wpnYXnzkFWJ_GUNxNCLAGyM2g22Lq0oV_xQOSL5_F/s1600/Vienna+Textiles.png"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_dMMldJrHWZatIsXbdgLBDiVZ8GyvDjcYry7idYe9YVahN2PQcZCNX3Yx5z5UtzsmkFsStfCshO7QVkUdXiK70Q8PHzsfO3cvPJ87NAS6VRAxoWrj05DS3h-YnEuKDmJ4aoEkmz8F9yK/s1600/LolaGC+Flickr.png"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf7kRXSOVwXzGC-KhHLqpX9EDZ0xTU81zKly6SkkMtLaor_-nIf1m1BRDSI4cLM9r7ZiVFNGH4NWSyayJ0QpMOa5q9uKgBNx12epJY-NDs-fBrqkDpL9FDNdC_n1edEDZ7yDkiqkETPDkn/s1600/PIRATEbkgnd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf7kRXSOVwXzGC-KhHLqpX9EDZ0xTU81zKly6SkkMtLaor_-nIf1m1BRDSI4cLM9r7ZiVFNGH4NWSyayJ0QpMOa5q9uKgBNx12epJY-NDs-fBrqkDpL9FDNdC_n1edEDZ7yDkiqkETPDkn/s320/PIRATEbkgnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650841403689624658" border="0" /></a>This is my desktop background wot I did make, yeah.<br /><br /> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Times; panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:595.0pt 842.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Aggggh… so busy! Though perhaps by the time I have finished typing this up the busy spell will be over with.<br />Leaves have definitely started falling off of trees (and into our courtyard), and swallows and such are starting to disappear off to their warmer winter homes abroad… but this does not mean that summer is not still here! After a month of autumn in August, summer has returned for the past two days with lovely foggy mornings to start it.<br />It is a warm night here in Golant (9pm), just like it was a warm day. Duncan, Rachel & I sat outside on the grass and ate BLT’s with slightly past it beans (resulting in GAS!!!) and jalapeño peppers. Mmm. Hula hooping was done, nattering was had, and some most excellent clouds were watched (the clouds which look like tigers with elephantitis of the leg, and skeletons reading books). </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Now it is the 10<sup>th</sup> September, which means I haven’t updated this blarg in a while… the weather has definitely changed since I wrote the bit above, it feels like autumn. Yesterday it was white fog all day with that moist stuff coming out of the sky; today the mist has cleared however there is a breeze and a certain chill to the air. There is only the occasional swallow who still nests by the catering kitchen door now, and due to the darker mornings I often pass it when going in at 6:55am on the breakfast shift (I insist on talking to it, and calling it a lazy bones as it is usually still there at 7:30am). I think Bruiser the cat has a bit of a cold – I hope it’s nothing worse! He’s been coming up to me on the path a fair lot recently, probably hoping I have some food on me (fat chance Bruiser, I’m opt out now!!) and demanding attention; I’ve then been stroking and tickling him and he’s been purring like a steam engine – prrrrrr prrrrrrrr prrrrr… but then afterwards he can’t seem to calm his purring down properly, and so ends up sneeze / coughing loads! Oh dear. Maybe he’s just got a rogue fur ball. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">On my latest weekends I’ve been going away and sleeping in my van Hector. The “weekend” before last we took advantage of the sun and the fact that Treyarnon Bay YHA have a big camping field; co-worker & fellow lunatic Rachel and her bloke Paul were also there, but we didn’t see much of them. The now traditional weekend lunch of crusty (preferably sesame seed encased) French stick was eaten, complete with salted butter (naturally), yummy peppery rocket, and cold chicken breast… it was a relatively speedy lunch as we noticed that the tide was coming in at a rate of knots and our barnacle and mussel caked big lump of rock was most definitely turning into an island which would at some point be covered over by the big blue. As the sun set later than day we slurped on some of Mr Arnolds homemade elderflower wine and afterwards filled our bellies with asparagus, 3 bean salad with a minty dressing, tomato salsa and olive pork sausages, and some spinach; a most excellent meal indeed. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">After a full nights undisturbed sleep, breakfast, and then a nap (I’m allowed to be lazy on my weekends!) Hector departed his pretty hedge side spot and skipped of to near Bedruthan Steps and went for a walk along the cliff and down the many rather steep steps to the beach where, yet again, we were almost consumed by the sea. Walking back up we giggled at large penises which people had drawn on the sand before the waves washed them away (the penises, that is… I don’t recall any screams of folks being dragged under by the Kraken) and passed by an island rock which looked very much indeed like the bust of a vaguely elderly gentleman with a bent nose. Almost back at the van we passed a field of cows that included a well-endowed bull that reminded me of further back in the year (all the way back in June!) when I had the most excellent time at the Royal Cornwall Show with Silje & Vera (as well as visiting the smelly blacksmiths). </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">In the week I made a speedy trip to Plymouth and back in-between shifts; although definitely a possible thing to do if only wishing to spend a short time in the “big southwest smoke”, it was made rather terrifying by the fact that A) it’s a city. I don’t like cities at the best of times, especially not when I have become accustomed to living in the middle of nowhere in Golant. B) I arrived by train as I decided this was the cheapest mode of travel (couldn’t find my broomstick). The train journey was pleasant enough, I’m pretty sure I snoozed most of it… upon getting OFF the train however I felt lost and worried by the things of the city, thankfully despite my concerns I managed to find the Relegacy gallery pretty easily on New Street (my sister tells me this is a very good place to have my work!) in the Barbican area (the only nice area in Plymouth, probably). The girl running the place (and her mum) were lovely though in a bit of a rush (probably my fault, for not sending much warning) and I’m happy to have my work up there… apparently I’ve sold a couple of pieces already and the opening night was only a couple of days ago on the 8<sup>th</sup> September, blimey! I’ll send through the postcards I’ve just got printed soon, and I MUST remember to redo my website! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">The “weekend” after that of the north coast my good friend Imy came down to visit. On the Monday we bundled into Hector again and drove off down to Penzance where there was a little sunshine and again a breeze. We had a pretty much spontaneous (only slightly planned spontaneity!) to the piercing shop DV8 (highly recommended to anyone wanting more piercings with not much pain) and got more metal shoved through ourselves. The piercing chap there is really good, he tells you to leave for half an hour whilst he sterilizes the specially picked jewellery, makes sure you sign forms properly, talks you through everything, and makes you feel entirely safe and comfortable. After Penzance we trawled a short distance along the coast, past the aesthetically pleasing Newlyn harbour (dozens and dozens of little fishing boats and such bundled together in one place, with flashes of bright coral where there were buoys) to Mousehole. I told Imy all about the tale of the Mousehole Cat – a wonderfully illustrated children’s book, and we meandered along the harbour beach (for once not getting eaten up by the sea) finding crabs heads and small fragments of pottery in pleasing colours. I loved seeing stacks of lobster pots lined up on the harbour wall, and of course the beautiful colours of yellow lichen and red rusted metal work.<br />Arriving at Lands End YHA later that evening – we took the scenic route – we said our hello’s to Richard and Chris and then walked out into the darkening evening to St Just… the Star Inn, of course! Folk night was in full swing and it seemed busier than usual (I wouldn’t have noticed myself, but I heard a bunch of locals “where’s all these people come from! Arr, yup! Arr! Righton!”. I am glad it was folk night, I enjoyed showing Imy the sort of music I prefer to indulge in down here in the nutty toe of Britain, she seemed to enjoy it enough and so we sat outside on the benches where it was less crowded, drinking our pints of apple Rattler (cider). Finished off the night with a rum and shrub, to which an old man with a red pimpled nose said “I ‘ent seen nobody order one o’ those in 20 years! And I ‘ent had one since I was jus’ 21 years old! Drank too much, see… ‘ere, lemme have a sniff, tha’s not rum and shrub!” It was indeed rum and shrub, the silly fool, perhaps his senses had failed him in his old age… locals are excellent, sometimes, do you not agree? We walked back down the hill to the hostel in the dark (only really needing the torch for the footpath which has a rock in the middle of it – it hurts to walk into that), and then climbed into Hector for a good nights sleep (only really disturbed by the 5am thunderous heavy rain on the metal van roof, it got LOUD). </span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:100%;">Come the REAL morning we climbed out of the van, breakfasted ourselves and set out on a tour of half of the north coast starting with St Just again (getting in the pasties for the lunch! Om nom). From St Just I took the normal road – the beautiful one which goes from St Just to St Ives, first stop being Pendeen lighthouse. The cliffs by the beacon of light are most wonderful, you can stand back from them and not hear a thing but the wind, then just by moving forwards a few metres you’ll hear the noisy crash of waves on the rocks below and see oodles of white spray swooshing about. It was still quite misty at this point, so the view along the coast towards Lands End was very dramatic, and it felt really rather daring to even stand up on the rocks on the cliff due to the wind!<br />On from the lighthouse we passed the roadside decrepit engine houses where we walked down to the coast to see the jagged rocks; two buzzards called and circled above us as we walked.<br />Onwards! Zennor! Quick look at the church (Imy makes a GREAT preacher), and then a walk down to the sea to eat our pasties on a rock (on the bench a couple of bee’s took too much of an interest in us).<br />After a delightful pasty and a meeting with a cute little field mouse we then zoomed off, past St Ives, got caught in REALLY BORING traffic jams in Hayle, and then on to Perranporth where we vaguely “explored” the mining hole caves before having tea and biscuits with Phil (Perranporth YHA manager). Fennell and peppermint tea – nom. Good natter about Iceland and such. Driving back to Golant, and home. Ahhh… that was a lot of driving… but it was good, as LISA HARRISON appeared! It was lovely to have both her and Imy there… after they left the house felt very quiet.<br /><br />Anyhoo, since then we have just had a fair load of rain. I’ve heard that I’ve already sold stuff at the gallery, and I’m VERY MUCH looking forwards to the arrival of my beloved Norwegians Silje & Vera on Tuesday morning. WAHOOOOOO!!<br />As you can see, the quality of this blog post has deteriorated as I am super duper tired and still got 25 minutes left here. Ahh… bonne nuite!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:10.0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Have some pictures:<br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQ0n2pl9ZWZWqGseQGd1ZGD7bHzaL5X4ZPk7JWiAwFEIFSUsmlihyphenhyphenX4Cof8CM34oNwtsERtHpfxWFmviMm5vCB6x3uJ-74Kjmo9SS2Eo_CujnPFWXR8ZHA8f2I3oNlB9fHYWfyDYbJBc3/s1600/Beatrix+Potter.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQ0n2pl9ZWZWqGseQGd1ZGD7bHzaL5X4ZPk7JWiAwFEIFSUsmlihyphenhyphenX4Cof8CM34oNwtsERtHpfxWFmviMm5vCB6x3uJ-74Kjmo9SS2Eo_CujnPFWXR8ZHA8f2I3oNlB9fHYWfyDYbJBc3/s320/Beatrix+Potter.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650839437799151362" border="0" /></a>I love that Peter Rabbit's bum looks so saggy, like a beanbag. Ahhhh Beatrix Potter...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnps1Jn4TqFvsIUX4OFtujJ2MLF4nSp3T0o-JPoQdE1x-kiWvf3N6wtPeDR7WL9XcdALn43vKr9-fuiP9ab1lxWGHZDOq_O4mr6A6wpnYXnzkFWJ_GUNxNCLAGyM2g22Lq0oV_xQOSL5_F/s1600/Vienna+Textiles.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnps1Jn4TqFvsIUX4OFtujJ2MLF4nSp3T0o-JPoQdE1x-kiWvf3N6wtPeDR7WL9XcdALn43vKr9-fuiP9ab1lxWGHZDOq_O4mr6A6wpnYXnzkFWJ_GUNxNCLAGyM2g22Lq0oV_xQOSL5_F/s320/Vienna+Textiles.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650841400073433106" border="0" /></a>By Vienna Textiles, it just took my liking...</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_dMMldJrHWZatIsXbdgLBDiVZ8GyvDjcYry7idYe9YVahN2PQcZCNX3Yx5z5UtzsmkFsStfCshO7QVkUdXiK70Q8PHzsfO3cvPJ87NAS6VRAxoWrj05DS3h-YnEuKDmJ4aoEkmz8F9yK/s1600/LolaGC+Flickr.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU_dMMldJrHWZatIsXbdgLBDiVZ8GyvDjcYry7idYe9YVahN2PQcZCNX3Yx5z5UtzsmkFsStfCshO7QVkUdXiK70Q8PHzsfO3cvPJ87NAS6VRAxoWrj05DS3h-YnEuKDmJ4aoEkmz8F9yK/s320/LolaGC+Flickr.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650841394491803586" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:10.0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">LolaGC on Flickr. Looks a tad like Eva Green. Mmmmm.<br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlddcvz11VzySQuGonUqxpnLIgjtMwW2aZ6iB6ydkl8x5t4hyphenhyphenTHv4U9NDYJPHL26Tvm2sjSIxRhHXIyBoH6hKhxtzp7ZvGxT23Ol9FUwx4tMojg-l5ajA4AIOuiignXVI-mPqrlHwTN6os/s1600/Joe+Waldron.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlddcvz11VzySQuGonUqxpnLIgjtMwW2aZ6iB6ydkl8x5t4hyphenhyphenTHv4U9NDYJPHL26Tvm2sjSIxRhHXIyBoH6hKhxtzp7ZvGxT23Ol9FUwx4tMojg-l5ajA4AIOuiignXVI-mPqrlHwTN6os/s320/Joe+Waldron.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650839445809003074" border="0" /></a>Joe Waldron, you are most excellent. Especially your subtle colour difference for the mountain vs sky.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdFtfeH5FkVu5SgRSNjMGpjPgSNoA6iGOwwptstp6Uj5FrFLGaWnUetr6g7J3anWOWBj5aFdWelKXRuD3aMz5M-25_VQ0bhO_5SSMUPpfSyTLvzEVLxH2Et0EbElYrUsMvvTWHoJStPQ0/s1600/DMC+blog.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdFtfeH5FkVu5SgRSNjMGpjPgSNoA6iGOwwptstp6Uj5FrFLGaWnUetr6g7J3anWOWBj5aFdWelKXRuD3aMz5M-25_VQ0bhO_5SSMUPpfSyTLvzEVLxH2Et0EbElYrUsMvvTWHoJStPQ0/s320/DMC+blog.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650839441122898530" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:10.0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">As much as I love bark, I also love crocheted trees (keeps them cozy!). DMC blog.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfyKO4e7JUB93vV8sosay8rBbPOKYaufqlL1P5yoOXMhWNk9hkUqR4CuNBldrbKQSpg_LScMZaaZP2jGpE2-8_qsHpwSWtxX8NTNGynLDtCoaS3vlCIcQPyA2WDl8UumR6-B4pCWO-ylS/s1600/Andrea+Kalfas.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfyKO4e7JUB93vV8sosay8rBbPOKYaufqlL1P5yoOXMhWNk9hkUqR4CuNBldrbKQSpg_LScMZaaZP2jGpE2-8_qsHpwSWtxX8NTNGynLDtCoaS3vlCIcQPyA2WDl8UumR6-B4pCWO-ylS/s320/Andrea+Kalfas.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650839434641918578" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:10.0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:10.0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Andrea Kalfas, your colours clash so terribly! I rather like it! And look at that hair... mmm.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsM431lKLN70_uaofB3Bg1bbNgwcFwsUXPbdjZVqJSs5bVt5MM18ngRGvv7JisNkP6U_ZchuDzPy7Py-e2m5ebaHrwtETsMljNGAas3UQfIZqn5qq_FX0idQunb-rC8U5ut40NcHQ7Wss8/s1600/Katie+Harnett.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsM431lKLN70_uaofB3Bg1bbNgwcFwsUXPbdjZVqJSs5bVt5MM18ngRGvv7JisNkP6U_ZchuDzPy7Py-e2m5ebaHrwtETsMljNGAas3UQfIZqn5qq_FX0idQunb-rC8U5ut40NcHQ7Wss8/s320/Katie+Harnett.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650839448877689042" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:10.0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Katie Harnett. I will look as happy as that when I am in SNOWY SNOWY NORWAY at x-mas.<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times;font-size:10.0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">P.S. Oh dear, I'm grinding my teeth again :(</span><br /></span></p>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-82622311450852590942011-08-23T10:23:00.000-07:002011-08-23T12:06:56.662-07:0095. How will I survive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rwR0uCaq8_DLbIIHDRSEV2I5sg9ywFTvnN4cLgWM84913SsRzrjc4ALv1ljminjNZ4wBw2NB7c-4jd-pTHILgF_Rntml_Epv6UZi3u7W330TUiDWhDws8klr5Uy_5PMFuJK2l47WWDxK/s1600/Becca+Stadtlander">
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<br />Currently sat in reception at the hostel, using up the internet on my Sunday evening... I'm surrounded by blokes in shirt & bow tie, and girls in dresses & heels. I think they're a rather posh orchestra sort of group since I heard music earlier.
<br />Today the weather is that heavy sweaty grey sort, dotted with small rainish showers... the sort of weather which makes you feel as if you have a very cotton wool filled hangover. Yesturday was much nice!
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<br />Drove to Boswinger & then down the hill to Hemmick beach where we wriggled into a parking space before staring at the sea and going "I WANT TO JUMP IN...". The weather was host & sunny, see. We (Mr Arnold & I) then proceded to stomp up the coast path towards Dodman point (big stone cross... although I swear it was FAR bigger all those years ago when my family (Scruffy the bear included) walked & whinged our ways up there * to eat a Cornish Pasty lunch and sang a Scruffy bear song "I'm a Scruffy bear and I don't care, I look up peoples underwear!").
<br />After a lunch of, guess what... white French bread with salted butter, some sliced pork, orange juice with juicy bits, and mini cheesecakes (passion fruit!) from reduced price jackpot. Wandered about on top of the hill for a while, watched the sea, spied on some shags / cormorants on a rock, and listened to a conversation between a young girl and her aunt "Aunt, I think I'm going to fart". Who on earth announces that?! Just fart! Nothing can go wrong! Much...
<br />Deciding to go back to Hemmick beach rather than to go any further, I happily noticed that the underwear I was wearing was covering and decent enough to leap in the sea in, and did so. The sea is good. I floated about on my back for a while as it was mostly calm, staring at the blue cloud spotted sky, and feeling warm early evening sunshine on my face. Yes yes yes.
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<br />Today as I said before, the weather has not been so great. I did however manage to sit outside on the grass with Duncan for lunch (he made some speedy mackerel pate stuff which we spread on some of his homemade bread with some fancy butter we got from the kitchen. Etc etc. And some jalapaeno peppers. Mmm.
<br />On the mention of food, I'm hungry.
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<br />Hmm, I reckon that's everything. The rest of the week has been relatively un-eventful, and I haven't any work to show you.
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<br />Au revouir!
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<br />*Around this point my manager Paul handed a bunch of white grapes to me, they come from the glass house which we're not allowed in due to the fact that a) the roof is collapsing, and b) it's highly dirty floored due to a drain exploding around new years time. One grape is about to drip mouldy liquid however, and a woodlouse just crawled off of them...
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<br />How good does <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/28/garden/a-stage-set-in-montauk-with-bees-and-ocean.html?_r=1">this place</a> look?? Oh to have a hostel like that! I wonder what can be arranged with Perranporth Phil...
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rwR0uCaq8_DLbIIHDRSEV2I5sg9ywFTvnN4cLgWM84913SsRzrjc4ALv1ljminjNZ4wBw2NB7c-4jd-pTHILgF_Rntml_Epv6UZi3u7W330TUiDWhDws8klr5Uy_5PMFuJK2l47WWDxK/s1600/Becca+Stadtlander"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rwR0uCaq8_DLbIIHDRSEV2I5sg9ywFTvnN4cLgWM84913SsRzrjc4ALv1ljminjNZ4wBw2NB7c-4jd-pTHILgF_Rntml_Epv6UZi3u7W330TUiDWhDws8klr5Uy_5PMFuJK2l47WWDxK/s320/Becca+Stadtlander" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644129071937818978" border="0" /></a>Becca Stadtlander did this. Noice!
<br />Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-85276338730005866362011-08-17T05:58:00.000-07:002011-08-18T06:47:13.065-07:0094. Punched through the door <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:595.0pt 842.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal">This was all written Tuesday.
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<br />Mmm… egg custard tart from the reduced price jackpot (4 in total, all for me since Miss Lisa Harrison thinks they’re minging!). Currently sat at “Lisa’s end” of the forge, even though she now uses “Dan’s end” since he’s no longer here (though I’m using his anvil as a foot rest). It’s all silent apart from the sounds of birds (buzzards), a stream, Lisa’s music from the big shed, and Lisa sanding wood. This is all written on paper, I’ll type it up later (obviously I’ve now typed it up!). The forge is strewn with various off cuts of wood and metal, and at one end there is a part (almost) finished traditionally made iron gate (no dodgy looking welds! No angle grinding!) with curls and all. This end (the jewellery making end), there are a couple of brambles which have squeezed in through a gap in the window. The rest of the egg custard tarts are looking at me (as are four little baby tiny anvils – they just want to be cuddled!). I have come here for the day to draw* and then later on I shall drive back “north” to Golant YHA to natter to Duncan (he got the job in the end instead of Carl).
<br />The weather is mostly grey with the odd peeking patch of blue sky, when I woke up (in my van! In Lisa’s field!) it was lovely to open up the back doors and lie in bed with the fresh air and soggy mist coming in. Last night we sat in Lisa’s caravan & made beef stew into which went green beans, multiple fresh herbs, red and yellow chard – all from the Golant garden. Mmm… (not the beef of course, though there ARE some noisy cows close by…). Had a good natter, admittedly mostly myself talking about work as it’s playing big on my mind right now. Poor Lisa! Having to hear about all that. She has decided that I shouldn’t be working for the YHA, but instead on a farm.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">
<br />I reckon Miss Harrison is correct – I love the thought of being something to do with the YHA, but is this just because it’s what I’m used to? It’s what I already know? Because the pay and accommodation is good? Money doesn’t necessarily equal happiness…
<br />I like what hostels used to be, not these new fangled “hotel” hostels. I like hostels where you can only check in at 5pm earliest, and supper was 2 choices – veggie or non veggie. I like hostels where you have to be gone (even if you’re staying for another night or two) by 10am – having guests about all day is really getting to me, especially when those guests are expecting to check in at 11:30am before we’ve even had a chance to clean the rooms (I swear not even hotels allow guests to do this!). I like it when guests clean up after themselves, if you’re asked to remove your used linen from the beds before you leave and deposit it in the baskets at the bottom of the stairs, do so! It’s not so hard! Leave your rooms as you found them, check behind beds for your copious amounts of rubbish and dirty pants! And do NOT, if you’re camping, drive across and park your car on the lawn right next to your tent… your vehicle really will be ok 10-20 metres away in the proper car park. Ok so it’s a tad extreme to say that I’d like to go as far back into YHA history (beyond my years) and say that cars shouldn’t be anywhere near hostels, but I do agree with the old rule that guests are not allowed in the hostel between 10am & 5pm… I DO remember those days, and they make sense. Why stay milling about the house when you can go out and see places, do things? If you’ve arrived before 5pm and it starts to rain, then hide in the outdoors toilet. It’s a roof. Guests should stop being so slobbish and pay more respect to the hostel (and it’s staff!!)… being on holiday does not mean that you have to act like a delinquent monkey.
<br />Yes, we are hosting people so there should be some good level of hygiene and cleanliness throughout the hostel, but the current health and safety laws really do take the piss a bit too much. We live in a time where we’re constantly terrified that the H&S man (or woman) may do a surprise visit and find, god forbid, a rogue chopped mushroom under the shiny stainless steel kitchen counter! Oh no! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sorry about this rant, but it really has been bugging me. As I said, I want to be part of the YHA – the old YHA… this current one perhaps isn’t for me. But oh well, just 10 or so more weeks at Golant before I get to be a dirty hippy for a few months, then maybe next year I’ll get to work at Coverack for the summer (nicer location on the Lizard, overlooking the sea, smaller hostel too… no longer wish to work at Treyarnon Bay as they now have an “open all day” café which has resulted in way too much work and added stress which lead to two members of staff leaving recently. I’m not meant to know that yet though).
<br />Wow, I’m writing a lot. I’m writing it in one of my old first year “colour and composition” sketchbooks, the work in it is AWFUL. And the gouache… so thick and lumpy. Blegh! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">
<br />Earlier Lisa said that we should put our savings together and buy a patch of land to live on and have a small farm on. Who knows if she meant it or not, but wouldn’t that be nice…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The music she’s listening to is possibly Romanian gypsy music, delightful! It’s funny how tastes change… if the me of 5-7 years ago could see my current self they’d likely think I was a RIGHT WEIRDO. World/folk music would be replaced by rock / metal music (of course old habits die hard and I still enjoy listening to Planet Rock & a good old bit of Ozzy!). Why am I wearing scroggy brown boots with leather laces when I could be wearing black ones with red laces? My jumper is A) brown, and B) knitted by my mum (both of these things would have made me PROPER “SAD”), and my trousers are super saggy in the crotch and in at the ankle instead of flaring out and dragging along the in the dirt behind me for non-literal metres.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Teenagers are REALLY WEIRD.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">This coming week I need to remember to pay more attention to the plants in the polytunnel as they need a jolly good water or else the cucumbers will go hard and woody and only suitable for consumption by chickens. I must get off my arse and work out what to get printed for the gallery in Plymouth (send them some samples of my work first, they also mentioned they may see about getting some of my patterns printed on material! How exciting).
<br />On a less exciting note (in fact a dreadfully saddening note), I just dropped half of number 2 of 4 egg custard tart on the floor. VERY SAD TIMES. My normal opinion of “pick it up, dust it off, eat it” has been trumped by A) egg custard + a lot of dirt = un-dustable. B) Possible asbestos dust mixed in with the equation… bugger. Oh well, some small animal will be able to enjoy it from out of a hedge.
<br />Zzzz… I am feeling sleep.
<br />Ahh, the sun is coming out a little more! Just in time for a possibly early lunch (ALMOST 12 midday).</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">*I did draw a LITTLE bit… but after listening to The Archers on the radio I promptly fell asleep to the lullaby of Lisa bashing bits of metal to make a tripod and the afternoon story on Radio 4. Yes, I can sleep through blacksmithery…</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">All new pieces of work (theres a few...) can be found on my Facebook/Flickr/Society6. Today, uploading onto blogger does not seem to be my internets favourite thing to do.
<br /></p> Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-47889298659164518982011-08-09T08:13:00.000-07:002011-08-09T08:17:36.754-07:0093. Not stung by a bee<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPF0cyYlHCd_Cc_rp1LkdpcIYway-RPTseL_CX1Qe85n_4YpHCQQBpFY8lMkziO5bczodRF3Jwj06hlcYGZ65EVg_HqHkcH-eS9QC2KL3whJWtWv-M6TPRl7nGJJYWYMJ8Oy4jQkwEcePi/s1600/homework3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPF0cyYlHCd_Cc_rp1LkdpcIYway-RPTseL_CX1Qe85n_4YpHCQQBpFY8lMkziO5bczodRF3Jwj06hlcYGZ65EVg_HqHkcH-eS9QC2KL3whJWtWv-M6TPRl7nGJJYWYMJ8Oy4jQkwEcePi/s320/homework3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638875155417322642" border="0" /></a></p>The third and final piece for Petra's homework things... and now on with looooads of writing:
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<br /> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {mso-style-noshow:yes; color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {mso-style-noshow:yes; color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal">Zzzz… my eyes are all sleepy like a dozy wasp. Wasps are very dozy at the moment, it is August and they have all done what they had to do and so are now spending time buzzing about and irritating / stinging people; annoyingly, yesterday I was a victim of a wasp sting. I was just driving through Bodmin, minding my own business; I had stopped briefly in the Morrison’s car park to tell my TomTom where to go, and had just driven out and approached a roundabout when suddenly OHHHH OWWW WTF OUCH BUGGERMENT POO GRRR! (Admittedly the words I said were far more harsh than any of those listed, however I felt I should at least attempt to censor what was said in reality). IT REALLY HURT, basically. What made it worse was that the sting was on the top of my boob (just below the top bit of my top) and the pain spread up to my throat & made me feel very sick, and then the wasp (I’m pretty sure it was a wasp as it felt crispy when I yanked it out of my bra) fell down UNDER my boob… so I had to swear & feel sick & dig out the wasp all whilst town driving, and that is tricky at the best of times in Bodmin in tourist season. So yes… that sting hurt all day, sometimes in waves of ouchy stingyness. At least the wasp / whatever it was was crushed to death when I yanked it out of my upper under crackers and flung it across the front of my van (I couldn’t find it later, perhaps the wind whooshed it out of the window).
<br />My boob is still swollen (my right hand side one).
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<br />Eventually I arrived in Boscastle where I eventually found a parking space (people must have thought I was an idiot to attempt parking there on
<br />a- In the summer holidays
<br />b- On a rainy sunny rainy day, where the beach isn’t the right answer for tourists</p> <p class="MsoNormal">c- I have Cornwall/Kernow stickers on both ends of my van, making me essentially a local so I REALLY should have known better). But anyway. Parking was finally found, and then we walked down a pretty side lane (off the beaten tourist track) to a small galley filled with the work of a woman called Helen Setterington. I’ve never heard of her before, but her work was pretty nice, all acrylic paintings of Cornish landscapes; she managed to get the turquoise transparency of the sea just right, and the yellow of the lichen (my favourite) and the blues of the sky… none of those silly wishy washy pieces which were so favoured round these parts some years back. I REMEMBER THEM. Stripe of one blue on top, stripe of a second blue on the bottom, maybe some variation in opacity with those colours – perhaps put in a bright ball of white for the sun, and maybe a couple of gull of boat silhouettes. Do you know the sort? Nice and simple, yes, but FAR over done.
<br />But yes. Helen Setterington – not a wishy washy painter. I wonder if she was the woman I bought the 2 postcards off of, I’m guessing so. I had a brief natter with her about where she got her cards & postcards printed (<a href="http://www.monkeypuzzleart.co.uk/">www.monkeypuzzleart.co.uk</a>). I liked the quality of the prints, although they are slightly contrasted compared to the original (I should have asked if she had created the contrast or if the printing company had). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">After that we walked down a quay side path which had a notice saying “This is not a footpath, slippery when wet”. Again it was away from the beaten tourist track so that’s good. At the end we sat and ate the seemingly weekly lunch of crusty bread with salted butter & other filling (brie this time, from the reduced price jackpot… still not as good as the Petite Brie from Brittany!). It rained on us, but that was nice in a way. 3 young boys were leaping off the end of the quay area into the sea, and whenever they passed us they’d be all “Did you see my 360 yeeeeah?” and acting all ‘cool’. It was funny. Rain stopped and clambering on rocks was to be had, as when as a ridiculous amount of photos being taken of me (it’s flattering, really). The rock shapes round there are amazing, and the colours are pretty good too. Some rocks are really stained with iron rust and then dotted with patches of my afore mentioned favourite bright yellow lichen. The rock had formed in layers although not sedimentary but had then been crumpled and bent so that the straight lines became more like than of a drunken ant trying to walk in a straight line (really wiggly) and in places it was like two sides of a zip trying to fit together. I stole the camera at this point and clambered higher to get a couple of pieces of photographical evidence of this rock. I’m turning into my parents… I’m drooling over rock shapes. Next I’ll be packing my rucksack full of them and having airport security stop me (motherly sort!!!). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Come the end of lunch & other such ponderings we noticed that we’d taken way longer than we’d originally thought, so had to go top up the car park money before we then went to the Boscastle museum of Witchcraft. On entry and paying of £4 to a very witchy looking woman behind the desk (amid a cloud of incense) we wandered about attempting to read everything (it was impossible, so much of interest and so little ability to stop and concentrate and read things!!). Found a rather very slightly racist poster from ye olde times which pictured a witch and was advertising soap. The other picture was a face one half which was black, and the other looked like an albino black person!! The saying was “this soap works like magic, turning black to white!”. If they’d only have used less obvious facial features it would have seemed more like a “dirty people coming from the mines” poster rather than a “black people should be white!” poster. DEARY ME! Of course not all the museum was like that, that was just the “witches in advertising” section. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Things that came to my attention:
<br />-Mass witch burning in Germany? (I think). So many witches were burnt that liquid human fat ran the streets. The fat got so hot that it eventually caught fire and the whole town set alight… ha haaa, suckers! Teaches you to be twats to those who are possibly slightly different. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">-A lump of knobbly flint stone which was shaped like a penis and aptly names “cock rock”. It was given to the museum by a witch who no longer had a need for it as no one in her town believed in it’s powers any more (I can’t remember which town this was). The use of this stone was for a woman trying to conceive to put it under her pillow, it would help within 9 months (there was also a “vagina stone” although it’s use fails to be remembered).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">-A human head which had been dipped in tar immediately after it’s execution but then rescued by someone… due to the tar covering there were still lots of details such as the closure of the eyelids. It had a sign up next to it with the words “Please do not laugh at this head. It once smiled and laughed, just like you or I. Please spare a minute to good thought for this head”. I can’t quite remember the meaning of all this, but none the less… interesting!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I shan’t tell of any more of this museum as I don’t wish to spoil it for anyone who visits it in the future (you should, £4 really isn’t that much for what the museum is!). I now have big urges to:
<br />a- Draw some witches, stereotypical variety or no.
<br />b- Buy a book of witchcraft history / facts, so I can read more about it.
<br />c- Get some little charms and such. Even if they don’t manage to have the desired affect of what they’re meant to do (ward off evil, etc etc), they sure do look pretty and appeal to my aesthetical likes. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">One the way back to the car we bought ice creams. Yum yum yum! They were (and still are) organically made from Helsett Farm (local to there), I chose the honey and lavender flavour as I’d never eaten lavender before and I love honey; glad I chose this! It was super tasty.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I shall indeed visit Boscastle again, perhaps next time not in main tourist weeks. Maybe I’ll stay at the YHA there, it’s a lovely little one – not sure if I’ve stayed there before?
<br />Driving back home I made a quick detour to Advent Church as despite not being religious, I do like to see churches and this one seemed in the middle of no where (churches are generally old buildings and so nicely carved, but unlike most old buildings which are now owned by National Trust or English Heritage etc, they’re free to get in to! Although I was thinking of getting a National Trust membership). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So that was my “Saturday”. Today is more lazy, and I feel tired. I am sitting once again at the desk area with the windows open. Sunny intervals, a small breeze (much different to the fast winds which have been with us these past few days) and I can hear a plane going overhead – to me, that sound sounds like summer. Of course I can also here all the birds (as per usual). The air is not stuffy as it has been as we had a thunderstorm the other day (at the same time as I was standing in the middle of the chicken coop, feeding them watermelon). </p> <p class="MsoNormal">In a week or 2 my old classmate (from illustration) Carl Norris is coming to work here. Have I already mentioned that? I don’t think so…? Hmm. But yes, he is. That’ll be good, a second chap in the staff house to balance out the 2 girls to 1 guy thing, plus he’s COOL. And has a spare surfboard… cackle. Ohh I miss the sea! I need to be forced to go jump in it again! I’ll go help him move his stuff out of Falmouth, and see Miss Harrison too. I hope the entire town isn’t still full of scary zombies! (Brad Pitt is filming his new zombie film on a big boat in the Falmouth Harbour area?!). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Apart from this weekend, not much has happened this week. The normal traumas of not being able to do cash up correctly, a few (but not too many) pissy customers, and the boredom of cleaning. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve just had said to me “I wish I could write” (jealousy of me writing roughly 1800 words in 30-45 minutes). It reminded me of what I used to do “back in the day”, which was to write bad fan fics (the original ones were written with my good old friends Tanzee and Jennie, of whom I really do not see enough of…) these stories would consist of ourselves being something a bit better than we already were (possibly like the us of the future, who had money to buy expensive gothy corsets and own a house etc). We’d have flings with people such as Marilyn Manson, Ville Valo, and Billie Jo Armstrong as well as do multiple lots of drugs and drink at the same time as each other (of course back then we’d only really be drinking Alco-pops, stolen little bits of parents booze, and eventually in my case straight vodka). Tanzee would be the one who would get it on with Marilyn “Mazza” Manson, before end up getting pregnant much to the dislike of her fellow “housemates”, before getting very upset and having an overdose on something (not fatal) and falling down a flight of stairs (also not fatal). Jennie would be leaping on Billie Jo Armstrong and making a bit of a public spectacle of it, and I would be having my kink on in a darkened room with Ville Valo (and sometimes Dani Filth (CoF)). I wish I still had a copy of these awfully great stories – Tanzee, if you read this, do you?!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As well as these works of literary shit, I had a bad habit of regularly updating a ever deepening pile of angsty blog. Updates generally consisted of girls and guys who I had decided I really rather loved, but alas – the love was generally unrequited, and the blog entries eventually got me in a fair chunk of trouble someone… whoops! Agh well. TEENAGE YEARS, EH?? Chuckle (I’m currently listening to The Offspring – Conspiracy of One, for nostalgia reasons… I do actually still like them though).
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<br />William Arnold: “You’re not writing about me with cucumbers on my face are you?” “I am now” “Nooo…” (He’s lying down with cucumber on his barely there eye bags, and one on his forehead which I decided to take a chunk out of (the cucumber, not the forehead). He’s now just made mooing noises like the loud cows outside. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anyhoo, for now, I shall stop writing this. I may do some gardening, or I may not. We shall see! Hum hum!</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPF0cyYlHCd_Cc_rp1LkdpcIYway-RPTseL_CX1Qe85n_4YpHCQQBpFY8lMkziO5bczodRF3Jwj06hlcYGZ65EVg_HqHkcH-eS9QC2KL3whJWtWv-M6TPRl7nGJJYWYMJ8Oy4jQkwEcePi/s1600/homework3.jpg">
<br /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">The third and final piece for Petra's homework things...
<br /></p> Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-19747084260317908282011-08-04T07:08:00.001-07:002011-08-04T07:58:36.123-07:0092. Nibble my shoeAhhh!<br />A blog!<br />Aaaahh!<br />What has even happened this past week?!<br />The joyous Dutch couple left, but not before we sat down and had a good natter and Joseph was super duper amazed by Google Earth - I let him know it was free and downloadable, and he was excited. We looked up their house in Holland & their second house in France. He then went to bed & I continued to talk to Petra (finally found out her name!). She comissioned me (in the "free" sort of way) to create a homework based picture for her - I'll create 3. Here's the first two:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3IR5alQW7jeVTbGmqrtg_Zmeo7zT3lHRkmxhqV45Ga3qbqJdNHFqElP9nGKaLxb0lTqyVZLeSe2-d4kuOVw4qQ_BtGi4EsPrHrs4v6iVqJybjYoqi6LbELMXblk_kEU1AIe7BV_zdPx_/s1600/homework1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3IR5alQW7jeVTbGmqrtg_Zmeo7zT3lHRkmxhqV45Ga3qbqJdNHFqElP9nGKaLxb0lTqyVZLeSe2-d4kuOVw4qQ_BtGi4EsPrHrs4v6iVqJybjYoqi6LbELMXblk_kEU1AIe7BV_zdPx_/s320/homework1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637005616419563522" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yec2-6Y_1tE7dOIzWliwCKHq7x0bDbk7OzI8ZvZYaWrVojSdbhxrMSn9IXV1S4h9ZayOhUd515sfbLrziKSjZTfZhtI2lxpZ3Z1y4y5tGnJzZGkRuGsuvqjOlQo1mAE4vw-jzHPVnMwe/s1600/homework2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yec2-6Y_1tE7dOIzWliwCKHq7x0bDbk7OzI8ZvZYaWrVojSdbhxrMSn9IXV1S4h9ZayOhUd515sfbLrziKSjZTfZhtI2lxpZ3Z1y4y5tGnJzZGkRuGsuvqjOlQo1mAE4vw-jzHPVnMwe/s320/homework2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637005619524322978" border="0" /></a>Maybe she will send me something in return, maybe not. She said we were most welcome to stay with her (and Joseph? And her 16 year old daughter?).<br />Before she left we made sure to do lots more gardening together, during which I found a small toad (a year or 2 old), and picked plenty of blackberries (LOADS here! And really early! I hope the blackberry GLUT (new word I learnt!) continues, and there isn't soon to be a DEARTH (other new word!).<br />I shall make some more blackberry & cinnamon job (almost out from last year! Oh no!) and they won't even be picked in a graveyard, so no accidental cannibalism will occur this time.<br />Another lovely guest was a girl/woman/lady called Charlotte, she works in a screen printing company in Sweden, and was impressed by my upside down map drawing & writing skills. I have since drawn up a proper map on how to walk from here to Fowey, because so many folks ask.<br />Charlotte gave us chocolates when she left. It's such a shame the current guests aren't as nice! Although we have had an amusing & friendly German family arrive today, one of his first words was "scheisse"; this goes down well in my book.<br /><br />On my "Saturday" (Monday) Rachel & I ventured into St Austell to go see the new Harry Potter film (finally!). Getting a little misplaced on the way there, and having to pull up on double yellows so that Rachel could CHUNDER, we finally arrived and did a snippet of shopping before the film (I found a 100% pure wool jumper for £4 in a charity shop - navy blue with bigger than a tennis ball white daisy flowers on it with yellow middles. It's really itchy, and some people would say it's really ugly (it is a bit) but I do rather like it! Though I hope the itchiness dies down. It shall be VERY cozy in the winter when I'm being a dirty hippy - of course I also have my Icelandic knitted jumper which my mum made me, but that isn't so tight knit. I also got me some shampoo/conditioner/shower gel from the St Austell branch of the Natural Store (love that shop), and have decided I want to buy some carob to make some weird & wacky food. Can't wait to opt out! Roll on not eating YHA food all the time!<br /><br />Tuesday was a relatively lazy day, had a lie in and then adventured off to St Anthonys head (nr Falmouth / St Mawes etc). Had a stylish lunch of poppy seed fresh bread with salted butter & ox tongue / cream cheese & smoked salmon (reduced price jackpot!!!), with orange juice with juicy bits. Climbed a pole, got a tad worried about a cow and her three calves in the middle of the footpath (just incase she got moody about people being too close to her babies), and enjoyed the sunshine. The sun shone, but there was a bit of a breeze... so in the end didn't jump in the sea. I NEED to jump in the sea more. I miss it.<br /><br />I'm afraid I don't have much else to report on, apart from The Artworks Agency in London telling me that they don't want me (keep trying somewhere else, I suppose!), and a gallery in Plymouth saying that they DO want me! (I didn't even ask! Thats good).<br />I found that chickens love blackberries, and that I definately can't cook scallops as well as they do in restaurants (not a big surprise).<br />I decided I want to buy a hammock to string up between the 5 big evergreens in our gardens, it is so nice and cool under those trees in the hot hot heat (today is grey & chilly).<br /><br />Here is a sketch I did, for Mooncup (yes... if you know what it is already, hurrah! If you don't... it's worth finding out - more so if you're female ;) !!!).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQqAI-EYFMEYjO_wlyc6chF1Cfodz3MiuSPHq5BmBX3d4I5y2J-hrFs4j0gLm8vL55biJV1qYuTRRU3i8cYadhJVbXI3wEDfi5zshyphenhyphen9zDd0nKm4SqpLQDvIRlbyp-PGZfpXrMyXdxt7ea/s1600/mooncupsketch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQqAI-EYFMEYjO_wlyc6chF1Cfodz3MiuSPHq5BmBX3d4I5y2J-hrFs4j0gLm8vL55biJV1qYuTRRU3i8cYadhJVbXI3wEDfi5zshyphenhyphen9zDd0nKm4SqpLQDvIRlbyp-PGZfpXrMyXdxt7ea/s320/mooncupsketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637011369865083666" border="0" /></a>This piece by Chelsea Brown caught my eye, even though she has such a serious face!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VTym-vIVEYnt1w5PJCzFO0a4ac94wtdqGLW4xcpF0EOU28jT7YA_AMXNYEaEcv0MajfjpaJqiRCAXNTnDz5kwkS4dmj3hpW5Dl_4e0aEjUOcix1_VsQkeh4lgZlsDb7Ava6zj33-Z4EW/s1600/Chelsea+Brown"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VTym-vIVEYnt1w5PJCzFO0a4ac94wtdqGLW4xcpF0EOU28jT7YA_AMXNYEaEcv0MajfjpaJqiRCAXNTnDz5kwkS4dmj3hpW5Dl_4e0aEjUOcix1_VsQkeh4lgZlsDb7Ava6zj33-Z4EW/s320/Chelsea+Brown" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637011362164712082" border="0" /></a>I watched "Young Victoria" and fell in love with Rupert Friend in it, especially his outfits... he wore them SO WELL!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTU__P56nB339Bhyphenhypheng_igFUc3W4LU6gUbukCWoSGDhsHcHDC0ApBqA7tH2ds771pEoyA60cSmE5Sle8pDfw8gmb6SGCWv-jI3pCDJQ6ATP-upHxinUSjkdssc3tT8Z5ZCrpISNtBq2HAxKr/s1600/54rupert1210DM_228x423.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTU__P56nB339Bhyphenhypheng_igFUc3W4LU6gUbukCWoSGDhsHcHDC0ApBqA7tH2ds771pEoyA60cSmE5Sle8pDfw8gmb6SGCWv-jI3pCDJQ6ATP-upHxinUSjkdssc3tT8Z5ZCrpISNtBq2HAxKr/s320/54rupert1210DM_228x423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637011357732906002" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://vegetarian.about.com/od/vegancookierecipes/r/walnutcookies.htm">This</a> looks tasty tasty, for easy good snackage when pudding is the thought!<br /><br />Should I buy <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/?ie=UTF8&keywords=p7000+nikon&tag=googhydr-21&index=electronics&hvadid=8581090674&ref=pd_sl_3zhyyre8md_b">this</a> camera? And the sexy brown leather case for it?Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7875318143191733588.post-1513690463248468372011-07-26T05:17:00.000-07:002011-07-26T05:35:27.426-07:0091. Catch a small plum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALGb2ElItQp2m5SYBIo-2xk5VicyX5EFPvQIMUEWd0hUKoTZ87ADBFzIu53v31WrG9AH6GFh4Wr8tDKeKRDGShynYhe59zZMK4xhu1LMmNh9JZbKVnWFMJO6CXMzXAYdVBiZA349ywShR/s1600/hobo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALGb2ElItQp2m5SYBIo-2xk5VicyX5EFPvQIMUEWd0hUKoTZ87ADBFzIu53v31WrG9AH6GFh4Wr8tDKeKRDGShynYhe59zZMK4xhu1LMmNh9JZbKVnWFMJO6CXMzXAYdVBiZA349ywShR/s320/hobo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633638286178199746" border="0" /></a><br />(a doodle I fancied doing, the word is rather satisfying. Looks a tad like dragons eggs).<br /><br />Bonjour!<br /><p class="MsoNormal">Another week at YHA Golant has passed, and it’s actually been a rather good one on the whole – apart from a few customers who decided to attempt to make my morning hell one of the days (“Is there any more bread? Toast?” “I’m afraid not, it’s all gone now!” “But that’s just not good enough! What are my children to eat?!” or “But we’re going on a long journey today! What are we to eat?!”<br />Here let me point out that for breakfasts (between 7:30am & 9:00am) we serve tea, coffee (including milk & sugar), croissants and bread rolls (both white & brown often), 3 different types of cereal, cheese portions (when they’re in), sliced meats, an array of fruit, fruit juice stuff, 2 different types of butter / spread to put on bread stuffs – as well as different jams, and then a full English breakfast which is bacon, sausage (sometimes veggie sausage too, if we have any), mushrooms, scrambled egg, cooked tomatoes, hash browns (sometimes fried potatoes), and baked beans. That’s a fair load of food, yes? We will always put out enough for everyone, and often have to restock on things like the eggs, beans, and sausages… if you’re really worried that you won’t be able to get enough bread to shove in your mouth, then try coming down earlier than right at the last minute (nearing 9am). I’m sure your children will be able to eat everything else – like any other normal child they may just want a simple bowl of cereal, and don’t tell me that the service isn’t good enough because I know I NEVER said to you that the female dorm only had 10 beds rather than 20! I very well know (due to cleaning the said dorm on most days) that it does not have only 10 beds so why would I say such a thing… pah! Apologies for the rant, however some folks really should learn that us working people are not aliens, we do have hearts, and we do not appreciate being treated like shit just because you yourself are in a grump. If we have no more bread, we have no more bread. We are not magic, we can not just create some from scratch in a matter of seconds – if we DO have some left, it’ll still be frozen and so yes! It will take a little bit of time to defrost and be cooked!<br />THANKFULLY there are also a wonderful Dutch couple staying, the chap is apparently a musician and enjoys winking, and the lady enjoys grinning at me and holding my arm / patting pretty much my bum. They’re relatively old (well… 50’s?), she calls him her friend, he calls her his girlfriend. They’re camping at the end of the garden. On that morning of demanding bread munchers, the Dutch couple were the only people who were really genuinely nice to me – due to this I made it my mission to often be the one to serve their meals to them, ask them how their day was, exchange good natterings, and make them a small picture painting briefly mentioning “thank you for being such wonderful guests, especially on a day when everyone else seemed to fail to be so”. Correct, I may be a suck up, but if you’re going to be such pleasant people then you may as well be rewarded for being so – maybe more people will start being nicer.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nice happy thoughts!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Currently in the countryside about the hostel the baby cows are all growing up, and so the field below my window is full of really weird cow noises (more like dinosaur noises if we’re to be honest), there’s swallows darting about all over the place – the other evening I almost knocked one off of it’s perch in the hostel courtyard whilst wielding the mop to empty a bucket of kitchen floor water! It was so very close! Apparently their legs are really weak and so once they’re “down” they’ll stay down for quite a while until they really want to fly (information gathered from Mr Arnold).<br />I also had a run in with a bat that same day, broad daylight! I went into the cleaning supplies etc room and their was a bat just flapping about! It landed in a few places, and I was quiet enough to be able to get 2 hastily drawn pencil sketches of it. THEY’RE SOOOO CYOOOOT! Fluffsome fluffers. A few other folks came and watched it with me for a while, including the Dutch couple and my manager Paul.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKS3S0X6yPdk6cTyDtJYJjLxglVQrEKZPEsWd03ovZa9yMVbVJfxx7kq_CNOkL5SSOvnVduzYHVB6m0JNw5tiQqio3BgujkYWH1r6qRYvC4EkCQfzKaskIm4lQw_RuzHB2TdS7VO56hnwH/s1600/bats.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKS3S0X6yPdk6cTyDtJYJjLxglVQrEKZPEsWd03ovZa9yMVbVJfxx7kq_CNOkL5SSOvnVduzYHVB6m0JNw5tiQqio3BgujkYWH1r6qRYvC4EkCQfzKaskIm4lQw_RuzHB2TdS7VO56hnwH/s320/bats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633635077137924674" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh050UV3I41KJx56JJiZhfx8y5W7BYlkUh6rbbfZScXA3fhNqHykcYLdH55d815M_UJiu81trbjxTi47ZheZ1WaWYBrgvN8IlvOmAQ-ty-_ns9i-cxTInjPJZ_rzYvMy_lX6jwfcvHIMbP6/s1600/bats_0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh050UV3I41KJx56JJiZhfx8y5W7BYlkUh6rbbfZScXA3fhNqHykcYLdH55d815M_UJiu81trbjxTi47ZheZ1WaWYBrgvN8IlvOmAQ-ty-_ns9i-cxTInjPJZ_rzYvMy_lX6jwfcvHIMbP6/s320/bats_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633635079877105154" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The fields of oats and barley and wheat etc are in the process of being munched up by tractors, and hay bales rolled and so the hills are a fantastic array of patchwork colours in multiple different textures and patterns. Black blackberrys are slowly but surely arriving (especially outside my kitchen window), and I’ve been pointed to a crop of chestnuts right next to where I park my van. I’ve been continuing to steal the eggs from the chickens, and occasionally forgetting to wear proper foot coverage and so ending up having chickens pecking my feet.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The weather? Well… Cornwall! Today it is mostly bright grey cloud with the occasional patch of blue sky; it is relatively still (only the odd breeze here and there) and really rather stuffy – sweaty! It’s been a bit like this for days now, I’m hoping that soon (perhaps on my next weekend?) the actual summer decides to appear! But this will do for now, at least it is not cold like it was last week. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday on my “Saturday” I went to the Luxulyan valley which is a beautiful area a short drive from here. It was once really rather industrial – you can see the remains of a huge water wheel, an aqueduct (it still works on the whole – you can walk across it! I never really quite worked out how they work before… once I was shown that I could see water under my feet beneath the stones I suddenly felt a little as if I was walking on the sugar crust of a crème brulee, and that it could crack at any minute and myself and the tonnes of rock would go smashing through to the valley floor). The weather was indeed pleasant yesturday, the sun shone for the simple picnic of a “French stick”, salted butter, parma ham, and orange juice (with juicy bits), and splashing about water in the stream was really rather nice. I clambered from rock to rock in the stream (riverish stream), and ended up on a good round one which was coated in a carpet of fluffy moss. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">In the evening, I caught the bus to Fowey where I ate with Mr Arnold at Sams restaurant (there is also one in Polkerris). After a 50 minute wait of drinking apple Rattler (whoops! Goes straight to my blood!!), I chomped upon 4 yummy yummy scallops with garlic butter drizzle and added lemon, salad, a chunk of French stick with plenty of butter, and then for mains I had the ¼ pound beef burger with blue cheese bacon and salad, as well as skinny fries and a good selection of dips. As much as I enjoy burgers, I always forget that I shouldn’t order them when there are other tastier options as they always make me turn into a GIANT BALL OF BLOATED GAS!!! Catching a late bus home, walked down from Castledore to the YHA in minimal light (about 10:15pm). Stars were out in part, and on the hill in the distance a person was lamping for rabbits. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Today I am just getting a few little things done, I hope to saw up the mattress for my van (I’ve been meaning to do it for AGES now). </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So that’s that! Next Monday, Rachel & I are having a GIRLS DAY and shall go to St Austell to finally watch the new Harry Potter mooooovie. Otherwise, from what I can tell, the next week is just another week of scrubbing toilets, cooking food, and invading the chickens. Almost ¼ of the time through my stay at Golant YHA, though!<br /><br />Ahhh… oh! Sunshine!!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEcytxghOMzJfujdAN67RoCak5EVQTKG7qvixbrhQn6wyFf726VBC_5RjMDDMWfj1bOypiOAkaPWYb_tlv_EaJfpvQKnEW-GgtelJJ2KUvTlOHLY3k8XkSWySeEuPVcbubF5VMoNiD9-r/s1600/eco+sketches.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwEcytxghOMzJfujdAN67RoCak5EVQTKG7qvixbrhQn6wyFf726VBC_5RjMDDMWfj1bOypiOAkaPWYb_tlv_EaJfpvQKnEW-GgtelJJ2KUvTlOHLY3k8XkSWySeEuPVcbubF5VMoNiD9-r/s320/eco+sketches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633636935674015122" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglV5UKlUZtzUYSSW3dfsPJdPxZe4UhX6nBZyNBOUaYcB9p1QllWzscDUnJF6Z-txRsxlABEAJRkKOK7f7OE0vfwaGQ9jH5xUnbrTFvjauEnBrIq9uB7AU6G37u3lvBH25jioyqEiPGj5pg/s1600/eco+sketches_0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglV5UKlUZtzUYSSW3dfsPJdPxZe4UhX6nBZyNBOUaYcB9p1QllWzscDUnJF6Z-txRsxlABEAJRkKOK7f7OE0vfwaGQ9jH5xUnbrTFvjauEnBrIq9uB7AU6G37u3lvBH25jioyqEiPGj5pg/s320/eco+sketches_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633636934916712082" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihNIEqkl7ISj4tRXn5i3GX-sK5JWb1vRxd9Erk93Xhq7f0ccdxS-aWe4n7wFuzLlvwbSo3VcVTIDDrq7pXrMJMRnOppqbV62DEVbWcxqb7olBuq-sURA9PqaIo7hBEof7aRpz_pSrJj48/s1600/eco+sketches_0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihNIEqkl7ISj4tRXn5i3GX-sK5JWb1vRxd9Erk93Xhq7f0ccdxS-aWe4n7wFuzLlvwbSo3VcVTIDDrq7pXrMJMRnOppqbV62DEVbWcxqb7olBuq-sURA9PqaIo7hBEof7aRpz_pSrJj48/s320/eco+sketches_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633636937997559234" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLymrl02ro4LP-5mYEMFLr1QgYffAWBIlhTHljE0Ha7XIbBR_l4jhKQ7-f0aae0AKeGTf223TcHU9CLs5FscXiq45DPSXp4IjcMbMc45t7I-8C-MjQItR-qqkwkBTZ9jX6DzsH9aKMVpd/s1600/eco+sketches_0003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLymrl02ro4LP-5mYEMFLr1QgYffAWBIlhTHljE0Ha7XIbBR_l4jhKQ7-f0aae0AKeGTf223TcHU9CLs5FscXiq45DPSXp4IjcMbMc45t7I-8C-MjQItR-qqkwkBTZ9jX6DzsH9aKMVpd/s320/eco+sketches_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633636943350020482" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Some sketches of some pieces I hope to make, based on "eco" stuff. There may be more, I just thought I'd show the sketches for now...</p>Cap'n Bexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06887247022800270739noreply@blogger.com1