It rained last night.When I say rain I mean it was as if someone tipped the contents of th Thames over my tent from a great height. At least that's what it sounded like from inside the tent. Eventually the torrent subsided, only to be replaced by the dulcettones of a fellow camper snoring for England. I'm not sure what time it when I finally dropped off but come 6.30 am I was wide awake.
Had to wait around for the camp site shop to open at 8.30 so I could book someadditional nights.
Eventually headed off site at 9.00 to gather supplies... Let's hear it for sainsburies.
Spent the afternoon sitting in a field painting. I'm a studio watercolourist at heart but I always feel I should spend at least some time out in the field like a real painter. The only thing is, it's just not nice. It's windy, you get stiff from sitting in the same position for ages, it's just not like the studio. Anyway, got a half decent picture, but then I'm never happy with field results, I just can't give it the level of concentration the painting deserves.
Just returned from a short walk in the dark around the campsite, I was, believe it or not, searching unsuccessfully for better G3 reception as the connection on the campsite sucks.
Ah well, it's almost time to settle down for Murphy's Law....
Tomorrow's main objectives. Take photos, watch sun set from top of the Tor.
I'll blog images!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Random trip - Day 1
And so the sun sets on day one of my random and unplanned adventure. The day began slowly with a vague idea that I would head south. Needing to place a waypoint in my GPS I decided on Glastonbury as it's one of my favorite places.
I threw some basic camping equipment in the car and made a start.
The first bit of randomness was that the GPS tok me on a route that instilled in me a certain deja vu. It took me on the exact same route I used to drive to and from my college in Wednesbury, West Midlands some thirteen years ago. Once I reached Walsall the GPS told me I needed to divert from my old route and didn't need to visit my old stomping ground.. Yeah right! I knew that the campus had long since been sold for development and demolished, but I had the overwhelming desire to visit the site and see it for myself.
Where once stood the seat of learning that was Kendrick street campus now stand a multitude of uniformly boringlittle residential boxes. Gone is the large red brick main campus building, gone also the studio site which housed radio, tv and multitrack recording studios... I guess that's progress.
It was at this point in the journey that I guess the hitch hicker must have joined me. I didn't notice him until I was on the M5 and he jumped out in front of me. I had a bloody cricket on board. Sadly there's no photographic evidence as I thought better of trying to photograph a jumpy green insect whilst trying to drive on the motorway! Anyway he pinged around happily for a while eventually I realised I hadn't seen him for a while. I guess the little sucker must have pinged himself clean out of the window... Wow, bet that was a rush!
Eventually I arrived at the two oaks campsite in Glastonbury. I had no trouble finding it asI have been before. However, previous visits have not been on a bank holiday weekend. It was full! Thankfully the Island of Avalon campsite just down the road had spaces, though it s a bit too far out of town to make walking to the Tor a practical proposition. Still at least it's in keeping with the random nature of this trip.
Speaking of random nature, guess who thought he would be able to sort out provisions when he arrived? Not on a sunday after 4 you won't sonny jim! Bugger so tea is a trip to MD's (shame) and a quick trip to the local petrol station sorted coffee (gotta have coffee).
So dear reader, that's today sorted. Just time for a quick stroll by the stream , a bit of telly (grand prix highlights and then bed. Should be fun in the dark, guess who's light ain't workin'
Arse!
I threw some basic camping equipment in the car and made a start.
The first bit of randomness was that the GPS tok me on a route that instilled in me a certain deja vu. It took me on the exact same route I used to drive to and from my college in Wednesbury, West Midlands some thirteen years ago. Once I reached Walsall the GPS told me I needed to divert from my old route and didn't need to visit my old stomping ground.. Yeah right! I knew that the campus had long since been sold for development and demolished, but I had the overwhelming desire to visit the site and see it for myself.
Where once stood the seat of learning that was Kendrick street campus now stand a multitude of uniformly boringlittle residential boxes. Gone is the large red brick main campus building, gone also the studio site which housed radio, tv and multitrack recording studios... I guess that's progress.
It was at this point in the journey that I guess the hitch hicker must have joined me. I didn't notice him until I was on the M5 and he jumped out in front of me. I had a bloody cricket on board. Sadly there's no photographic evidence as I thought better of trying to photograph a jumpy green insect whilst trying to drive on the motorway! Anyway he pinged around happily for a while eventually I realised I hadn't seen him for a while. I guess the little sucker must have pinged himself clean out of the window... Wow, bet that was a rush!
Eventually I arrived at the two oaks campsite in Glastonbury. I had no trouble finding it asI have been before. However, previous visits have not been on a bank holiday weekend. It was full! Thankfully the Island of Avalon campsite just down the road had spaces, though it s a bit too far out of town to make walking to the Tor a practical proposition. Still at least it's in keeping with the random nature of this trip.
Speaking of random nature, guess who thought he would be able to sort out provisions when he arrived? Not on a sunday after 4 you won't sonny jim! Bugger so tea is a trip to MD's (shame) and a quick trip to the local petrol station sorted coffee (gotta have coffee).
So dear reader, that's today sorted. Just time for a quick stroll by the stream , a bit of telly (grand prix highlights and then bed. Should be fun in the dark, guess who's light ain't workin'
Arse!
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