Wednesday Witterings.

As I was still stressing out about the Cooncil not replying to my emails, the DP, who is also the chair of the Art Group took over.  In no uncertain terms he told them their non action was totally unacceptable.  Well no apology but I then got email confirmation of the meeting this Friday.  And the dates for our annual exhibition also.  So they had found my emails which they denied having.  And breathe.

To the Prom.

Never got above freezing today.  But no wind.  And sun.  So not all bad.  You can just see the frost still lying at the base of the Dunes and halfway up Tiger Hill, the big dune.  Where the sun dont shine.

Not much wildlife to see as the tide was coming well in.

Lots of dog walkers, but not on the beach as there wasn't much beach.  I was at risk of severe injury as balls whizzed past me, hurled by those strange ball whanging things that no-one seems to be able to control or aim.

The Lone Surfer.  With no surf.  Just as I got back into the car he caught a wave and showed how good he was.  He was.  But I was in the car and cannot leap out and run and take a photo so you will have to just take my word for it.

My afternoon was with my friend and fellow artist.  She paints I talk.  So not very productive.

Ah Catriona Mason you really set off the memories.  Yorkshire Sculpture Park.

We used to live not far away.  Indeed our wedding party was in the village hall at Bretton.

We married on Midsummers Eve and our guests came to the evening party here as characters from Midsummer Nights Dream. almost 39 years ago.  

Sweet dreams everyone.