I’ve been posting up pictures from the various places I’ve been since I’ve had my camera, but I’ve been on quite a few short breaks too, where I didn’t do a whole lot, and that don’t really merit their own photos post. So here’s three in one.
So, one day, for whatever reason, you fancy eating out. Going to a pub or a restaurant or a little cafe. Just going somewhere where you will not have to cook. So you order your food, you get your food, and there’s something obviously wrong with it. Maybe it’s not what you asked for, maybe it’s missing something, maybe it’s undercooked or burnt, or just generally disgusting.
So you say something. You complain. And you get a response. The response is: “Let’s see you do better”.
I’m hoping most people could see why that situation would be absurd. If someone has paid for a product, and the product is bad, then whether or not that person could have done a better job of it themselves is irrelevent. If you’re willing to take someone’s money, you should be willing to take their criticism. But it seems to be an uncomfortably common response when people’s writing is criticised.
I usually write about writing, because a writer is what I want to be, but this post is about my drawing. Except it isn’t really, it’s about improvement, and how you may not even notice it. I’m just using my drawings for it. And yes, I am going to put some in the post, just to demonstrate my point. And because I want to, and it seems like a reasonable excuse to. Mostly that.
So, I’m not the greatest at drawing, and mostly I only draw my own characters. I don’t even give them a background most of the time, because I’m not good at backgrounds, and often they’re just stood there. But I am improving, even if it’s not at a tremendous rate, and I know this because one year ago I began keeping an art scrapbook. Because I like drawing, I like scrapbooking, I had just bought a scrapbook I had no use for on the basis it was pretty and needed to justify my decision… yes, it seemed to make sense as something to do.
Warning: In this post I rabbit on about basically nothing. I would not make a good travel writer. But it’s what I’ve got to post right now, even if it’s not terribly interesting.
One of the nicest little walks I know is from Ball Grove Park to Wycoller, near Colne. It is a little walk, and very simple. You park at Ball Grove Park, and from there the path is mostly pretty clear. You follow the water. I say water because it’s not really fit to be called a river, but I’m not sure I’d call it a stream of a beck either. The name I can find for it is ‘Colne Water’, so apparently it’s not just me.
I wasn’t sure what to call this post. We stayed at Cayton Bay, but we didn’t really look around that bit much. Went for a couple of small walks, but that was it. And we visited Scarborough, Whitby and Filey, so this seemed like the best title. We went there last July. I’ve been trying to do this post for a few days, but WordPress was playing up on me in regards to uploading photos, but it’s doing it now.
So, Cayton Bay:
In the pictures library of my laptop is a folder called Out and About, which is where I put the photos I take when I’m, well… out and about, I guess. In that folder are folders for each season. It’s not the most delicate way to arrange photos, but it’s how I do it. And well past the halfway mark of June I realised I could do a post for my photos from each season after it was done. So yeah, here are some of the pictures I took in spring.
First, some lambs:
Not sure how this is going to go, but it is something I mentioned I may do another post about, and although I made a point of not promising anything, I still feel even mentioning I might obliges me to at least try. But this isn’t going to be particularly helpful to anyone, I don’t think, if any of my posts are very helpful. It’s just some of my own thoughts, which I guess is a valid purpose a blog can have, even if I feel a bit daft.
Anyway, some ramblings on the content of poetry.