Return to the Country

Top of my dad's head is not an essential part of the artwork.

After the Fringe, after a brief sojourn in St Andrews, after a 12 hour journey, here I am back in my native land. That is, Cornwall. The picture you see above, is one of the unfinished works that greeted me. It looks much better to me now that I have returned to it after a 7 week hiatus. Expect more works like this in the future.

I arrived home on Monday night at what must have been around twenty to ten. After precisely ten hour ten minutes on the train my patience snapped and I wrote a lot of grumpy twitter updates defaming the train network. I had a seat on the quiet carriage, but they only ban mobile phones, not children. It was quite a noisy carriage for much of the journey.

I overheard from the ladies in front of me in the carriage that one has to 'keep up with new developments in knitting'. Not a phrase I had would have expected, so I am obviously very ignorant in regards to this craft.

After arriving home I relaxed with a bowl of homemade curry (taken from the freezer) and the new episode of Doctor Who. My dad said he liked the episode, because he identified with it. There was then a pause while I thought to myself, doubtfully: "Does he mean he used to think he was a dalek..." He went on to explain that he was thinking of when he was in a mental hospital for a week and thought he was dead, but also knew he was in a hospital; in comparison to the dalek thing, this sounded quite reasonable really. I'd forgotten it was called "Asylum". Most of the daleks in that place seemed just like the supposedly sane daleks, except better at sleeping.

I have eaten homemade bread and homemade jam, listened to the quiet of the trees and lapped up the sunshine; all stuff one should do when in the country. I arrived just in time for my mother's birthday; went out for dinner; terrible vegetarian selection; didn't have a starter as I was already having mushrooms and cheese for main course. And also in time to help decorate my sister and her husband's new house. Fortunately, I have a great variety of clothes suitable for decorating in - i.e. already covered in paint.

Dollar Cove, Gunwalloe.
 Featuring my mother as the figure beside the rocks..