method-to-my-melody said: I was just wondering but what camera do you use to take photos? They are amazing!
Thanks very much! I don’t have a proper camera (yet..!), I use my iphone 5, and edit in the free Snapseed app :)
I can’t get enough of the beach apparently; over the weekend, I went to visit Seaford with my dad, staying with some family friends. I hadn’t heard of it before - it’s pretty tiny and unremarkable, but that’s perfect for staving off stress headaches for another week!
Saturday was grey. It felt moody, just like me.
Here are some gulls, circling above the remains of my hopes and dreams*.
Look at these rainclouds; melodramatically threatening to tip down, but just spitting, little and often.
We walked along the beach towards Seaford Head. I didn’t know anything about the south coast really, and thought that white chalk cliffs were just a Dover thing, but there they were!
We walked up over the cliffs and over Seaford Head. The views were great even though the clouds were low. The rain meant we had much of the walk to ourselves.
We walked up stream, had half a bitter, then got a lift home from the pub because our feet were soggy. It felt very autumnal.
There was a Patterdale Terrier in the pub, chewing on a bone.
By the evening, the sky had completely cleared out for an amazing sunset.
I always think I should get a proper camera for views like this. It was stunning.
The next morning, my dad and I went out for a run. Running on shingles is hard work!
vv The same cliff as the day before, but what a difference! I said last time that summer was over, but Seaford proved me wrong. It was coat off, sleeves rolled up weather. Glorious.
I didn’t bring my swimming stuff, maybe it would have been too cold anyway… but it looked very tempting!
A lighthouse over towards Newhaven, barely a cloud in sight.
Even my holiday essential Ritter Sport matched the sky (not intentional, I just wanted to try a new variety).
I had such a great time, and even though it was just for two days it did feel like I was holiday.
I saw nothing of the town itself besides the Morrison’s and a newsagents to buy the Sunday papers, instead spending all my time poking around on the seafront or up on the cliffs or in front of the Aga with mugs of thick coffee.
GLORIOUS. I would definitely go back to the South Downs, I think camping down there in the summer would be a dream.
Park: Seaford Seafront
Dogs: Loads! My dad and I went out before breakfast, so we saw a lot of dogs, lots of big ones too. My favourite was a lurcher called Lily who had a muzzle on. I was initially afraid, but apparently the muzzle was because she would chase and eat so many rabbits that she’d make herself sick. But she was really friendly with us, and my dad told me some stories about his old whippet, Lucky <3
Notes: Running on shingle is difficult, but I did feel like I was in an aspirational photoshoot with the sun coming up, and the sound of the waves on the pebbles… We moved onto the cycle path as soon as we could!
The marathon is less than two weeks away now. I’m getting really excited, but nervous too. I really want to beat last year’s time, and I’m better shape to do it, but as I’ve kind of gotten bored with training I feel like I haven’t tried my hardest for the past few weeks.
The only person I’m competing against is myself bla bla bla, but when I hear about other people’s times I get envious. Someone I know ran Berlin, first time, in 3 hours 57 minutes - which will never be me. No one is suggesting it should be, but still.
Anyway, I’ve got 12 days to harness my anxiety into rocket fuel - bring it on.
I go to the cinema most weeks because, with my job, I can go for free. I feel comfortable in cinemas in a way that I don’t in theatres. In theatres I’m not sure how fancy I should dress, or whether I should take snacks, it’s usually more expensive, and I don’t know anything about theatre either so I wouldn’t know which productions to go and see even if I did know they were on (which I don’t).
So, to go and see A Streetcar Named Desire at the Young Vic itself just wasn’t on my radar.
The only reason I can think of to ever go to Solihull is because I have family there. I visited this weekend for exactly that reason.
I’m spoilt that the rest of my family live in lovely places (Cumbria) and exciting places (Scottish Highlands) and places far away that I wouldn’t normally go to (Detroit). For me, Solihull doesn’t exactly tick any of those boxes.
Beauty is in the eye of the besnooooooozzzzzze - I am trying, ok?
We went to a couple of different parks, this is Elmdon Park, very autumnal…
… and swampy. I felt like a monster could loom out at any minute!
Maybe it’s because I’m busy being a Family Member when I’m there, but I’ve never found anything to especially like about the town itself. What do people do there? Maybe I am just too spoilt and snobby about my physical, geographical locations, and my attention span too ravaged by caffeine and bad habits and the internet that I need a source of entertainment, information, or distraction that I could never really appreciate a place this middle of the road.
Either way, here is a statue of a man punching a horse??
Everywhere has blackberries though. Hopefully the mould will die in the freezer…
This is Malvern Park, just outside of the centre of town. Stopping to get coffee, we had a choice of Pret, Nero, or Starbucks.
We chose Nero, because my sister has a loyalty card for it. It’s fine, but… so blah. Sitting on the pleather sofa, I could have been anywhere up and down the country. Which isn’t terrible. But it is boring.
Maybe I shouldn’t look at every town as a ~*destination~** for me to visit, maybe not everywhere can have ~*something to offer*~. That makes me feel a bit sad. That’s the general decay of the high street, I suppose.
It’s a pretty time of year, at least!
Just the tip. We do look at the same sun.
Four of us ate this whole (homemade, obvs) cheesecake over the course of two days. It was the best bit.
Because I don’t go to these kinds of towns often, I forget they exist. I wonder if the people that live in them ever visit London, or the beach, or the mountains; and I feel grateful that I can - even though if I lived up there I’d be able to afford to get out more often. But at what actual cost?
Nevertheless, it’s the relatives that’ll keep me going back, so if you have any Solihull tips that can be reached on public transport, let me know?
Officially, it was the last weekend of the summer - so of course I wanted to go to the beach. We took the scenic route, walking through Sheringham Park.
We took the long way round through the woods, which felt very autumnal already. Everything was wet, and leaves were raining down every time the wind blew.
We had a picnic on the top of a gazebo, at canopy-height.
Then the woods thinned out, and we waiting on a footbridge for a steam train.
I lovelovelove being in the countryside.
Then we went into Sheringham. As soon as the sun dipped, it got pretty chilly - dare I say it, too cold for an ice cream?
(It was, I made the right decision!)
The tide was right up against the rocks, so no paddling, and way too cold for swimming.
I kind of hate bunting.
Goodbye for now, summer! I love autumn though, it’s my favourite, so fingers crossed for crisp walks, steaming coffee, and more bracing trips to the coast soon!
Tell me about it…
My dad gets me Tate Membership card for my birthday and we go when he’s in town, and I try and catch the different exhibitions at the Modern and Britain. La-dee-dah!
As with most artists that get shown at the Tate Modern, I hadn’t heard of them before going, and Malevich was no exception. I know pretty much nothing ~*about art~*, but I like looking at it. So!
My favourite of Malevich’s styles was his cubo-futurist paintings. I like the strong shapes and the minimal colour palette in Morning in the Village After a Snowstorm.