Thursday, 6 March 2008
I harbour a dream of travel.
I don't mean a foreign package holiday, my dream is to own a scruffy camper van and go and have a look round.
I really like the idea of slowly traversing little country lanes and coast roads, buying hedge-veg and catching mackerel as I go.
I'd take a cut down painting kit and a camera, throw some paint about at last light or dawn overlooking wide rolling landscapes or rocky cliffs.
Not shave much, have long proper conversations with herself, watch sunsets, get Pinot Grigio'd on deserted beaches, then come back home and work the sketches studies and photo's up into BIG canvases.
Maybe go right round Britain, then France, possibly a ferry to Spain, what about Italy ?
The small matters of mortgage and teenagers need to be sorted and incorporated respectively, but I think it's a realistic proposition.
So if you see a stranger with an improbably large straw hat and a glass of something chilled, madly scrubbing away at a canvas, obviously needing a shave........come and say hello.