September 3rd, 2016

No whining

Socks

The delightful comfort of wearing warm socks when the weather has taken a turn for the chilly is disrupted by stepping in a splash of water, such as that created by a large hairy dog drinking incautiously.

And yet the splash is not so large that the entire foot is wet, so that parts of my feet are now crying 'we are sad and wet' while other parts of my feet are going 'but it's so snuggly and warm!  Can't you just wait a bit, the wet bits are bound to dry soon'.

I wonder if this is what Brexit feels like if you are a country.    Get it together, feet.

I should probably try to find another pair of clean socks.  (I do have many clean socks.  Shadow falls over this idyllic situation when the word 'pair' is mentioned.) 
canoeing

'A beautiful Summer's Day'

Although I actually took this photo, credit for the concept and title goes to my mother.  :-D  


We had said that today we would go to Saltash, to look at Art.  To Saltash we went, therefore, through torrential pouring rain, and visited an exhibition which was perhaps a little abstract for our tastes, in a gallery poised dramatically on the edge of the river.   If I were unkind, I would say it was generally stronger on concepts than execution.

But then, on the way home, we stopped off at Simon Young's home gallery, also in Saltash, which was much more our kind of thing  ('You must be very British!' he exclaimed, seeing us looming out of the gloom in waterproofs and umbrellas).  I've linked to his website, but to be honest it does not really do credit to his work, which is all in watercolours and has a beautiful light touch to it.  He is ex-army and showed us some of his sketchbooks which he had made during his army career, as well as his later work since retirement, and we both loved it.    He's working on a project at the moment to paint scenes of war memorials, roughly a hundred years on from the First World War, which seemed a very touching and delightful one.

Then we went into Saltash as I was hoping to buy a new white pastel stick, but the art shop had closed early, presumably due to the rain.  So instead we went to a lovely cafe and had excellent coffee, tea and very fresh and delicious cake, all served in delicate china painted with rosebuds.  On the whole, there are worse ways to spend a persistently rainy day.