September sketchbook.

 

Top: An old canal gate, Perlethorpe. This would once have controlled the flow to a Mill, which has long since gone.

Bottom: An imagined sketch of a field after harvest time.

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Make it make sense.

 

"Someone must have been telling lies about Josef K, for one morning, without having done anything wrong, he was arrested".

No it's not the #UK news. It's the opening lines to Franz Kafka's "The Trial". His nightmare premonition of a totalitarian state.

 

I try to make sense of things. I should stop. Dramatic changes in the #UK are not due to incompetence. That’s the mistake people make. They are desired and intended. But their endgame is a mystery to me, and will no doubt remain so.

I used to think I knew what the role of a King or Mayor or policeman was. But I don’t. I used to think I knew how the benefit system, housing, or NHS worked. But I don’t. I used to think I knew what shoplifting meant. But I don’t.

In the distant past I was encouraged to sing Onward Christian Soldiers and recite the Lord’s Prayer. "I was just a child. Honest, guv, I didn’t understand what I was doing.” All that’s inappropriate conduct now. Like old social media comments, waiting, ready to condemn.

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A place to sit.

 

Top: A nice latte by the River Trent

Bottom: A seat at Tithe Green burial grounds, getting rather neglected.

Carbohydrate treats.

 

I am still watching the cholesterol, but a treat now and then doesn't hurt. In this case, a Sainsburys pie. There is no significance in the rainbow. I just liked the mug.

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Sketchbook in Thoresby Park.

 

 

 Sketching trees in Thoresby Park.

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Writing

 

I think I may have completed the second part of my intended novel, after much pausing and thinking over recent weeks. I like working in long hand at the start. Editing follows, firstly as I type, then many subsequent times as I read it.

I still have no idea about the title, and there are some place names I need to sort out. Every time I make a name up I discover on Google it's a real place. Also, in spite of blue skies today, I am so cold that motivation is hard.

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Scuffed knee and taxes.

 Spent today, and yesterday, editing. The 5th and 6th chapters have been difficult, putting events in the correct order, making sure characters assumed ages are in line with events. I think I’ve solved it all now, and should be able to complete the 6th tomorrow. That will mean the second part of the book is done, the first being completed some time ago.

Yesterday also saw me falling over on the pavement outside, both knees grazed and bruised. TCP & ice pack applied. My jeans seemed not to have suffered at all. Is age finally catching up on me? Me and my stiff fingers, in a room which always seems cold? It’s been a long time coming. But my reflexes are still good, according to an emergency stop I made as a young deer jumped out in front of my car in Budby.

Elsewhere in the news, the Taxman says I owe him £550 pounds. It seems he had underestimated the Interest I was getting on my savings account.

 

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Eyesight and simosas.

 Caught the bus into the city this morning. Free pass after 9.30. This is a very rare event nowadays. I don’t drink anymore, so if I fancy a daytime coffee alone I’d rather take the car and drive in the opposite direction to an outside venue. Not that it’s warm enough to even contemplate that at present. I’ve never known the skies so overcast and grey, and the days so cold for so long as it has been these past weeks.

Today’s trip was just for the annual eye test. All continues to be well in that respect. I don’t think I’ve had a prescription change in some years. So I thought a Waitrose snack on veggie simosas and sushi was in order.

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Multiples.

 

 

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Old Lady's clothes.

 The wardrobe and the dressing table drawers were full of old, old lady clothes. Brim full. The kitchen cupboards and drawers the same, of various and countless products and utensils. The carpet was soiled across its entire surface, the stair’s chair lift, clearly not used over recent years, in a similar state of neglect, whilst the pièce de résistance must have been the copper boiler tank, covered in what seemed to be a coat of cement. No doubt a well-intended amateur attempt at insulation. But that wasn’t the final indicator in what I surmise had happened here. Down beside one of the armchairs stood a half full water bottle. Totally undisturbed. Like a final witness to the room’s events and what must have happened here a month or two ago.

Leaving her clothes behind, no longer needed if the destination was to be a care home, the body of the previous occupant would have been taken to wherever old lady bodies are taken to at life’s end. And no-one to take her old, old lady clothes and belongings away from the property before potential buyers like myself pass nosily through.

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Sketchbook imaginings.

 

More sketches to keep my Twitter / X active. It's too cold to be outside looking for resources and ideas. So let the imagination run free. The sketch of an oak tree in a clearing, is from a theme I worked on several years ago.

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She's back (Rusty Pearl).

 

I’ve posted about this in the past, but as she’s back I’ll mention it again.

When I was 10, walking along a country path on my way to school, I had an encounter with a fox. At first, because she didn’t run away, I assumed it was a dog and started chatting to her. It was when she slowly turned and walked away that I saw it was a fox, and also apparently pregnant.

During my final year as a teacher I started seeing foxes again. These were the months I was starting to think about leaving work, making that big change. I remember on two occasions a fox crossing the road in front of my car as I was heading for home. I remember one evening seeing one sat outside the chip shop I was visiting. And there were many visits to my garden during those years from 2006 to 2010 when I was in a relationship and concentrating on my art. That’s when my story about having a “spirit animal guide” started, and I named her Rusty Pearl. She seemed to turn up when big changes were on the way, and my mind was pre-occupied with them.

Last night she turned up again, for the first time in years. Lately my mind has been troubled about the state England has sunk to, the changes in my city and neighbourhood, and my serious intention to move house. I think Rusty is saying “Go on, do it, make the move”.

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What's the pupose?

 

 

I keep my Twitter / X page going, mostly by posting sketches. Maybe it will attract potential customers for my book(s)? The above invoked a question on my Painters On-line page:

“What is the purpose of the white oblongs?”

What indeed?

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Activity Wall.

 

 

My "activity wall". Last October I returned to my intended novel with a little more organisation in mind. I have six chapters almost finished. That would represent the first and second sections of the book. (The 1940s & 1950s). As each chapter is presented as a series of events, rather than a simple story line with start and end points, it has been a little tricky including all the parts I want included, in the correct order. I keep getting stuck on chapters 5 and 6. Or perhaps it’s the space between them that’s in need of more content.

It would be fair to say I have been going ’round in circles over this, to the extent that my "activity wall" would best be named "inactivity".

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