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Ramblers Walk 7 miles circular Milton Keynes

 

This, earthworks at Shenley Toot, location of motte and bailey castle remains. I'm happy with the story that it dates from twelfth century battles between Stephen and Mathilda. (Living in revenge against the opinion that MK is just another new town.)

Cheese

 

Admittedly, not much of an achievement

 

Illuminated my micro dressing room with fairy lights instead of overhead light. (Neither photographed.) Also, decided to paint the walls pink. Low bar for achievement today. Maybe it's a necessary step.

Shopping, mostly

 Shopping, mostly for essentials.

 Shopping, mostly for essentials. Like crisps.

Crisps! Ahhh, why resist their crunchy charms?

I love them. 

 

 (The tins are just for show. I think the yellow one might contain a few Lidl ginger nuts.)

Worst curtain stitching ever

Emergency curtain stitching, resulting in shonky mess. I'm consoling myself, over the hacked-up discarded theatre curtains I saved from a skip, that at the very least, they hold the house warmth, and they provide the black-out required for my Dark Academia office. Also, they do provide the back-drop for this bright, bright moment of happy figurines to contrast my melancholic death aesthetic.

 

 

 

Ramblers group walk

Eight miles circular, taking in restored Buckingham canal, nature reserve, woodland, Roman tumuli, lost village earthworks, medieval bridge, and a bit of road. Salve for the soul.

Wandering Bath

I got lost trying to find the Long Barrow. And the miles of single track roads without passing places caused palpitations. A dog walker got me out of trouble. Farleigh Hungerford Castle was easier thanks to the A-roads, the English Heritage signpost and a car park with only one way in and one way out.

It's a long story

Started with a temper tantrum in a skip in Milton Keynes. Finished in Frenchay Village Hall car park, Bristol. En route, took in Nairobi, the Gambia, Rwanda, Zaire, Kenya, Johannesburg and Buckingham. Job done.

In the knicker drawer note book studio x

Sunrise, sunset

 

MKG

 

Time, moving, or staying still

 

Tunnel, love

 

Family visit

 

New year starts here, for me.

 

Circular walk, Cambridge Fens, starting Reach

 

 Looking a lot like this, for most of it.

Interesting things...

And this next one, I'm having made up as a lapel badge. When I'm standing at a reception desk, or an entry point, or a place where anyone under the age of 25 asks to see something on my phone, I'm just going to wordlessly point to the badge...

 

Troillus and Cressida, the Globe

 

Fun costumes, messy play, acted out with dedication and gusto.

Still in Steam. Stopover, Stanton, Suffolk

I can't help it. Every so often, I have to spend a few nights in the back of the car playing with the idea of a summer van life, escaping from the horrors of the present. How easy it is in Suffolk to stumble into 1920.

  (And Mr Polly was always a hero.)

British Museum Exhibition: Ancient India Living Traditions

 

 

Where I become strangely fixated on the organza. 

Going in circles round Cambridgeshire

 The most fantastic circular long walk, with names like Bartlow and Linton and Chilford and Balsham, with sights like dragons and Romans and burial mounds and butterflies. Just Perfect.

The best grape harvest yet

 

Shakespeare's Globe, Merry Wives

The days at the Globe are the best days. Simon is often waiting, right at the front of the groundlings queue, sometimes wearing his special hat. And Lorna, my best Shakespeare buddy. I met her at the Merchant of Venice and we rub along just fine. This time we also found the gentleman from Chicago, who seemed a mild enough gentleman librarian, until the second time Trump was mentioned, and the effing this and effing that started, and then there was no stopping him, with the windmilling arms and the yelling and the I HOPE HE DIES. Honestly, waiting in the groundlings queue is the best supporting act to the main stage. I highly recommend it, and maybe see you there.

It's Madness

 

Yes! Over to Colchester Castle for the ska and Madness! 

 Last year, I dunno, maybe October, I say to Mr R, what live music would you go to? And he answers Madness. 

And here we are, birthday present, some eight months after the event, where I find the same weekend I have double-booked, made a mess of things, and brought about all sorts of blundering mayhem, but at least we definitely can call this Madness.

Here I'll be

 

My most favourite place on earth. Grimes Graves, Norfolk. I've told everyone: scatter me here. (Except for the left leg. That can go in the pit at The Globe.) There is no more peaceful place on earth (exclude the pesky tourists) where I can watch the sky and the land and how the skylarks rise and fall, fall and rise, for all eternity.

Shop window, Central Milton Keynes

No, last year's presence in Milton Keynes Gallery was not enough to satisfy my search for artistic glory. This year I muscle in on the shop front of the MK Literary Festival et Arts Central Toot-Out.

 Howabout that! 

Well, here I am. One window only is photographed. I fixed two books in the other window as well, but I made such an unholy cak of photographing that set-up, to exhibit the result would be to die of shame. I am, after all, known as An Artist! 

 

One photo will suffice. The whole endeavour took fricking days, I couldn't get the books on the wall, and Missis J quite properly took over all artistic management of the entire proceedings so told me what to do (I got it mixed up anyway).

I need to reflect upon the origins of this enterprise. I went along to the original meeting to give the organiser a hard time over the recycling. After that was over (I am sure he hates me), I had no clue what anyone was talking about when they started talking about the project. I tried to join the whatsapp group, unaware that when you join a whatsapp group, you don't get all the messages that went before. How do people know these things? 

Anyway, I grabbed the windows because I couldn't get the books nailed to the walls and I couldn't lift the plinths. I had four days of what I am definitely calling an exhibition before I was removed to make way for a picture of moths.

Do unto me what you will, world. I am known, myself, me, for whatit'sworth, as An Artist in a Shop Window! 

Damson Harvest

 

A sumptuous fall this year. I leave these purple plum-like beauties outside in boxes for people to collect as they pass. One neighbour leaves me a thank you note, adding that damsons make excellent flavoured gin! I couldn't find the gin sample bottle. Just the note.