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The cry of gulls
Smell of fish and chips.
Hotel guests slamming doors
Cars blocking roads
The memory of candy floss
Mint flavoured sticks of rock.
Crying and laughing children,
Sandy beaches and pebbles
Then a sudden squall
Rain bears down on us,
Winds blow strongly,
Retreat to the hotel,
Soaking clothes drip.
Ah, a proper seaside holiday.
Well it’s not a sea view although it is pleasant. I can’t see it because I’m having a lie down after a long drive. Hotel seems nice and friendly, we will see what its like for noise later on. That’s one thing that bothers me in hotels, noisy neighbours. I think people should respect each other. That’s why we usually choose caravans. I also bring coffee and sweetener with me in case there isn’t enough. And I hate uht milk….
A poem based on my painting of Earth,
Earth
Spinning in space,
Tipped slightly
So we have seasons
Without the moon
We would spin out
Of control.
Earth
Pale blue dot
Clouds flying
Tides swelling
Faults cracking
Volcanos spewing Ash,
Life growing,
Earth
Green and blue and brown
Earth.
I can’t remember where this is! It may be on a tor on dartmoor or it could be somewhere up high in the Yorkshire dales. I know the figure is a friend of mine, but he’s lived in Devon and Yorkshire so that does not help. Looking at it I’m not even sure of what the stone is. I know it’s been weathered by the wind to created the distinct layers in the stone. I’m not sure the colours are accurate. But I like the photo, there is a feeling of distance and atmosphere. Perhaps I will see it again sometime.
I was sitting by my stall at a craft fair run by market_@_48 at Spode potbank Hotel today. I realised Stoke Urban Sketchers were there so I decided to ask for a couple of sheets of paper and I managed to draw the view from my stall and then of a singer called merrym’n who was singing songs about stoke-on-trent and his songs were very good.
I will post pictures of the craft fair, there were some very interesting stalls.
Went out this morning and someone had kicked off my drivers side wing mirror. I know it was kicked off as that side was next to the pavement. I’d heard a thud outside last night which may have been it happening about 2.30am this morning.
I only noticed it as I was driving away, I looked into my mirror only to see the pillar of the door instead of the road behind me. I have my suspicions as to who did it but I’m not saying who as I don’t want to stir up trouble for myself.
It’s part of life but it is very annoying. Just something else to sort out.
Just a couple of views from my windows.
See that?
It’s plants and trees
Green stuff
To help us breathe.
It’s made of wood
Or green leaves
Flowers too
To frame the view.
Inside and out
On sill and in pot
My view is enhanced
By all these plants.
This poor wrecked old hotel sits forlorn opposite the Burslem school of art. There is also the wedgewood institute built directly opposite the school, but that’s had work done on it to restore it.
It’s good that a few buildings are being preserved, but the old hotel is interesting with its turrets and bay windows. Is it too far gone? Possibly, the roof partly collapsed last week and the road was cordoned off by the police and fire brigade last week. Now wooden boards form a wall round it and it’s ground floor windows, which had been shops, look sad and run down.
Burslem is the mother town, the oldest of the six pottery towns. Its sad to see its magnificent architecture in such decline.
Burslem is all on a slant, I think it’s suffering a lot if subsidence due to either a fault line or mining. A lot of buildings seem to be affected by this. I wonder if anything will be done about it?
It’s late again
It’s hot again,
The pubs busy over the road
People walk by, shouting
Enjoying the heat
Banging car doors
Revving engines
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
I can’t sleep,
The heat holds me in its hand,
Stifling my body,
The noises throb in my ears
I need sleep!
Just found this sketch in my bag. I was trying to explain to my hubby that we had a metal net type thing, two hemispheres of mesh that close up and clip together to hold the tea in. It’s like an old fashioned tea bag. Maybe this is something people could start using again. It would save on paper and you could put just the right amount of tea in just for you……..
The only trouble is I can’t find the darned thing!
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