We went for a walk in the Hundred Acre Wood yesterday. We'd forgotten about the Remembrance Day ceremony at the airman's grave until we couldn't park at our usual spot, and as we didn't think anyone would appreciate a Whippet tearing through the proceedings at 38mph, we drove on and found a new walk in a different part of the Forest.
We were all glad we did.
We found leaves to kick through, a deserted hillside in brilliant sunshine, an old moss-covered bridge over a stream - very Tolkienesque and elvish, some old ornamental fish ponds with bamboo-covered islands, secret wooded paths winding back up the valley....layers were shed, the sun shone on our faces and arms and we topped ourselves up to the brim with vitamin D.
And when we got home, after a homemade soup into which I had successfully smuggled a large cauliflower, I "painted" (scribbled) a couple of sketchbook pages:
They really are nothing special at all, I'm just pleased I did something spontaneous! I couldn't be bothered to get the paints out so I used watercolour pencils.
And then in the evening, with absolutely no natural light, and working on my lap in front of a telly programme about vegetables, I continued the spontaneous vibe by grabbing a piece of fabric and my box of random bits and offcuts, and started putting this together:
It's wrinkly. But it's spontaneous.
I would have done more today, but I seem to have spent a lot of the day mucking about trying to get my head around Facebook. I've added some buttons and whatnot to the blog - see if you can spot them! (Blimmin' well hope so, or I've wasted a lot of time!).
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(I also added a few more bits to the shop)
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(I also added a few more bits to the shop)
