This ridiculously windy spot at the base of Castle Hill nature reserve, marks the spot where Standean bottom meets Falmer bottom meets Balsdean bottom. We have to find small pleasures where we can.
A busy afternoon in Queens Park, Brighton as Luke Jerram’s Museum of the moon lands on the pond. Sooo cool!
If only the 19th century Old Operating Theatre wasn’t sound proofed, someone may have heard the screams of the ghostly un-anesthetised female patients sooner. Then this little gem wouldn’t have lain hidden in a church attic, lost, alone and probably a bit stinky, for almost 100 years.Well worth a visit, particularly for the talks, beware… there will be gorey details! Hand washing optional.
Did you know that 30mph winds whipping your ankles on the open air viewing deck of London’s Shard, can induce spontaneous anxiety-fueled sketching…
A late afternoon stroll in the Sussex countryside should be a calming, mindful experience.
That is until you come across a wall of Alpacas turning towards you in one synchronous movement. Slowly. Silently. Deliberately. 36 ice cold eyes staring you down, just daring you to open the gate and tread the public foot path across their field…The sun may sink much more quickly than expected, but you are bound to find civilisation eventually… for example, a totally creepy 12th century church. If it’s nearly dark, definitely stop to sketch it. Whilst you are deeply engrossed in capturing the sinister trees, try not to wet yourself when one of your party sneaks up behind you and calls your name to break that awkward silence.
Excellent walk courtesy of Ben Perkins, Waterside walks in Sussex, Shermanbury and Wineham.
Another remarkable building at 222 Carrer de Parrars. Goodbye Barcelona, I am heading back to the ‘Brexit’ car crash feeling more European than ever.
Somewhere over the rainbow Brighton warms up for Pride 2018 this weekend.
At the bank…at the Coffee Shop…at the fancy new brasserie (smart casual only people)…at the chartered accountants…at the interior designers…at the organic whole foods shop…at the library…That’s a whole weeks worth of gay propaganda in one day, which hopefully serves as atonement for missing the parade this year!
The top of Croagh Patrick has been covered in a tiny toupee of mist for most of the week, giving me a fantastic excuse not to walk up it.Today, although it was a grey day, the summit was surprisingly clear. So I had to find a new reason.
At the foot of the mountain, I consulted with Holy Mary through the medium of sketch. When she turned into Fanny Craddock on my page, I took it as a clear sign that heading to the summit spelled doom.I abandoned the disastrous sketch and opted to do the Murrisk loop. A lovely walk with plenty of sketching and no slippery scree.
After my run in with Mary, I went subtle on St Patrick’s face.The views of Clew Bay are excellent. Even the sheep agree. Here’s Clare Island and the beautiful spit of Betra Beach.Down in the village I finally got to see the Fisherman’s Memorial. Those cyclists took off pretty quickly. Must have been the way I looked at them! My personal pilgrimage could only end at the Sheebeen with a bottle of Westport, Mescan.
The track to the deserted village on Achill Island is blinding white.
The sparkling Quartzite from the former stone quarry sits in stark contrast to the pitch black of the peat brick wigwams drying in the sun.The village itself is silent, save for the twitter of little brown bog birds and the odd ‘baa’ of the horny sheep.Around the bend, a little way on, we are faced with bus-loads of tourists in the not-so-deserted part of of the village.
I’m all sketched out so I make my way through the huffing puffing crowds.
If you are heading this way I definitely recommend setting off from the famous ‘lost beach‘, in Dooagh. Particularly since they’ve found it again now!
When you go to the Burren, there are three things you have to do.
1. See megalithic tombs
2. Go to Father Ted’s house for tea and cakes.
This is the window Ted stood at to wave at the women in the brown coat. ‘I hear your a racist now Father’.
I ran across the field in front of the house whilst finishing this one, but I think the wonkiness adds to it! The tour waits for no one!
3. Go to Vaughan’s in Kilfenora for a pint. Also featured in ‘Are you right there Father Ted’. After all that culture, I needed a bit of nature, so finished up at the Cliffs of Moher.