An Interim Post with a Bird on Top….

The differnceThere is no point in me competing with Mr Devine for the best photograph of a cormorant award. I would not win, because a) I am not so handy with a camera and b) The cormorants in Devon are just plain lazy. They do not pose like their Norfolk cousins. I found this one gazing out to sea unperturbed by my presence.

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He was probably wondering why the silly woman on the shore was taking a photograph of the vast expanse of sky above his head, and he indicated these thoughts by giving me a cock-eyed withering look….

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Okay….so it’s a crow on a fence post… whatever…..

Anyhow…. I will be back with another enlightening blog post very soon, possibly before the 21st November – I know! Go me! There will be gold. There will be calligraphy. There will be insults, AND [drum roll] there will be a book on a chair!! Maybe two books on a chair!!! Indeed, a plethora of excitement awaits us…. so I’d better get on and do that then.

UPDATE:- The difference between cormorants and shags…..

Yes, they are slightly different. I might have a shag here?

Faffing About….

I have received concerned emails from my loyal commenters regarding my recent home improvements. Over the past 48hrs I have been described as: Too big! Enormous; all over the place; frankly unreadable; and, deleted. Rest assured I am still here…. festering away… and I have now settled for the look and feel of a 1960’s shiny information brochure. Nobody else is moving in this direction, and it seems to suit, so for another year or so all housekeeping is complete. There may be some updates to the pages… some fresh pictures of calligraphy etc, but for now I am happy enough in my black and white 1960’s world.

Moving swiftly on…. I promised pictures to piqué the interest of Mr Devine, so here is a little tease alluding to recent excursions….

A Visit to the Dark Side....

A Visit to the Dark Side….

Visiting a local museum

Visiting a local museum

Witch door?

Witch door?

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Boscastle

So… there you have it… I am now exhausted from all this faffing about… but I will return with some shiny calligraphy to fit with my shiny brochure theme…. NOW ENOUGH WITH THE COMPLAINTS!!!!!

We Interrupt this Blog Silence…..

…..to bring you two pictures of a hedgehog. Mr Devine has cornered the market on big sky and cormorants leaving me with nothing to work with other than a hedgehog…. so there you go… if you stare at a blog long enough eventually something new will appear. But perhaps not what you expect nor want.

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Snuffling

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Still snuffling…

And for those keen on pen marks and calligraphy, some recent work….

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Scruffy knickers…

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Addressing envelopes…

I will now make Ye Olde Blogging promise about updating more frequently in future etc, etc… etc…. blah, blah, blah…. *sincere well meaning face on head that is furiously nodding*…..

Friends, Romans, Countrymen……

….lend me your wallets….

Old blogging chum Gyppo Byard has designed an Insult Generator, and it works!!! It is fabulous, I used it this morning to yell at the telly. AND, our friends in the US seem to love it too. With this in mind I have come up with a cunning plan to shore up the British bank vaults…. yes, I am stealing Mr Byard’s generator and will be opening The British Insult Shop on Etsy. I am positive that my US chums will be clamouring at my door wanting me to pen an insult for them. Think about it – the pound has fallen so you can get more insults to the dollar. I will also be offering the luxury version – The Gilded Insult. I will be away talking percentages with Mr Byard and working on designs, but for now, here is a preliminary sketch….

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Nigel Farage?

Please wish me well with this new venture.
Sx

Another Book on a Chair

I thought I would share the view from my bathroom. I was fully dressed when I took this photograph – it is a bit fuzzy because I was trying to zoom in on the flax fields. Yes, I sometimes sit in my bath and pretend these are fields of lavender and that I’m in France.

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A Bathroom with a view….

And here is another picture of a book on a chair seeing as the book on the chair in my previous post proved so popular. I have decided that ‘A book on a chair’ is my new thing. This is The Illusionists by Rosie Thomas – a jolly romp through Victorian London theatre land. As I’m reading I am envisioning Clark Gable in the lead role alongside Warwick Davis and Jenna Coleman, plus my envisioning is in black and white and was made in 1939. I am on page 284 (of 513) and the obligatory reference to Jack the Ripper has just turned up.

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Book on chair…

Meanwhile, I have finished this. I am not happy with it. It is suffering from Kolner Miniatum pucker…. meaning the surface of the gold is wrinkly; this is probably because I applied the miniatum too thickly – or because I didn’t breathe on it correctly and therefore introduced unnecessary moisture to the surface before applying the leaf. Ack. This is a fuzzy photo to deliberately disguise my shortcomings.

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Finished….

I am happy with this though….

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Addressed….

Until next time when I will have another book on a chair.

Catching Up…..

As it was sunny Charmaine brought the Rolls round to the front of the house in preparation for a trip to the seaside; after a buff and polish with Mr Sheen the old girl was ready for her first outing of the season. The sun shone, birds pooped on the windscreen, whilst Charmaine crunched gears, narrowly missed hitting small children and got her flip-flop caught on the accelerator. Finally we arrived at our destination in time for our first lesson in stone balancing…..

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Well balanced…

Sadly, after believing I had a natural talent for this sort of thing I was expelled from the workshop. Apparently the use of superglue was not considered to be a viable option.

I returned to the Rolls to read my book, leaving Charmaine to frolic in the surf and hopefully dislodge the pebble that had balanced itself on her forehead.
After 5 hours of solid reading in variable light with no interruptions for ice cream, fish’n’chips, or anything cheerful, I finished the damn book. And it was a damn book. This one…

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The Visitors

The Visitors by Sally Beauman. 540 words of misery; death; more misery; a bit of tragedy chucked in just to make it even more miserable; only one miserly paragraph alluding to sex; grumpy men looking for treasure; posh people stealing from Egyptian tombs; death; more death; typhoid; TB; DEATH. I think the book might have been about death. Set in the valley of the kings it was hardly going to be about the life and soul of the party [she was murdered early on]. Good grief. On the plus side it was extremely well written.

SO…. after finishing the book Charmaine drove me home, sans pebble but with an unsightly weeping wound on her forehead, where I decided that I should photograph this piece of work that has been gathering dust in my studio for the past two weeks begging to be finished….

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Gold witterings…

I am slapping this picture in this post with the promise that I will finish this piece for next week’s blog post. AND THERE WILL BE A BLOG POST NEXT WEEK.

I thank you.