It’s great to see his drawings, he doesn’t draw very often and definitely has his own style. He bought himself a drawing kit with a drawing board, (a piece of card) some different harnesses of pencils, an eraser and a pencil sharpener. The pictures were his own ideas, the mountainous one is from the cover of a book about the lake district, and the train drawing is taken from a picture on the cover of a leaflet from the Apedale railway. I hope he does more. I’m going to buy him a sketch pad.
If anyone wants to watch some drawing techniques go over to my friend Martha Kennedy’s WordPress pages. Sorry I don’t have a link, I will try and find one. She has done some drawing tutorials over on YouTube.
Hi, I’m Raydon, I come from a Youth hostel near Thirlmere in the Lake District. I was made by the mother of the warden of the hostel. Me and my brothers and sisters were bought by visitors to the hostel as souvenirs and to raise funds for the hostel. Each of us had ‘Ray’ in our names because that was the wardens name. I was named ‘Raydon’ by my new owner because she was interested in physics and was reading a book about Marie Curie and Radium. She thought because I was bright red I looked like I was glowing!
I mainly sit in the bedroom, gathering dust, but she dusted me down and took a photo of me. I hope she still loves me.
I need a holiday, a proper long holiday. One where I can explore somewhere like Whitby on the North East Coast of England. I like quirky, interesting places. Places like The Shambles in York, the Lake District and all its little picturesque villages and towns. The South West, Devon and Cornwall. And then placed I’ve never been like the home counties and the Norfolk broads.
“I used to be fit.” The old timer said as he looked down sadly at his old bike. “I could ride up to the lake district, round Windermere and back home in a day. Now look at me, my knees are wrecked, my back aches and my balance makes me wobble all over the place.”
“You need to keep cycling though, I said, I know it’s tough, but if you stop now you will probably stop for good.”
“I’ll ride to Scotland and back he said, no doubt it will take some time.”
“But you don’t know the way. Why not try cycling on canal towpaths?” I suggested.
That was two weeks ago. I haven’t seen him since. Though I did get a post card from John o’Groats saying “in Scotland, can’t find the canal!”
After our first night at Morecambe we could not resist a drive up to South Lakeland. Part of the Lake district. It only took a short while to get there.
The first place we visited was the lakeland motor museum. Situated near Haverthwaite in the south part of the Lake district, the museum is just off the main road. There is a large selection of motor cars, from the oldest cars and getting younger as you wind your way through the collection. Interspersed with shop window fronts full of museum exhibits, the cars are very interesting. I decided to draw part of a blue Bentley that was owned by Donald Campbell. He lost his life trying to beat the water speed record on Coniston lake. The colour of the car is not authentic because the car was restored in the past. However it was a beautiful example of the workmanship of car makers. There are also bicycles and planes on display in the museum.
Then it’s a few meters down the road to the Lakeside and Haverthwaite railway. I sat and drew the bridge over the train tracks while we waited for the steam train to arrive. The train was pulled by an engine called Repulse. I’m not sure but I think it was a Bagnall engine. They also have the only two Fairburn steam engines still in existence. (The rest were broken up by British rail when diesels were introduced to the railways).
We took the train up to Lakeside and then travelled on the Tern, an old converted steam ship which is now powered by a diesel engine. Tern took us to Bowness about half way up the Lake. The mist and rain was falling off the hills and from the sky. After several weeks of summer heat it was actually quite pleasant to feel the cool damp air. We did not have time to carry on up to the top of the lake to Ambleside because we were running out of time. So a short break at a Lakeside cafe and we came back on another, smaller boat. Back to the train and back to our starting point at Haverthwaite station.
Back in time for a quiet meal in a Chinese restaurant in Morecambe……