Those Mad Dogs of Englishmen
I dawdled on over to Ray's Cafe to see my winning photo hanging on a wall with others on Friday after work. I felt like a bit of a spanner there by myself but managed to shuffle around with a glass of wine and speak to a copule of people. Bizarrely, the first person I spoke to was the only person who had 'favourited' my image on Flickr who loved my simple and had two of her own very clever photos on the winners wall. The other guy I spoke to talked about his desire to be a photojournalist and as Mike Ramsden was announcing the prizes, he mentioned that although this photo didn't win anything specific, that the photographer should be a photojournalist... the dude was absolutely chuffed hah hah.
The rest of the long weekend was a jumble of lovely.
On Saturday, I wandered down the towpath in the bright warm sunshine to vist the Canal Cavalcade which was vibrant and colourful and looked like good fun - I must remember to register my boat for next year and force my friends to participate in the decorating and parading of it - I didn't stop for long but I did buy some new herbs (not a euphemism) for the rooftop garden from an ageing hippy who was very serious with his plant knowledge. I was curiously uninterested in taking any photos. I guess the novelty of painted Narrowboats wears off when you live on one? Saturday evening, I moseyed over to Bermondsey to pick up mail, juice up my laptop and wrangle baby Andrew.
I had planned to head to Rochester for the Sweeps festival on Sunday but I'd stayed up all night making mix CDs and was too tired to move in the morning :) The afternoon was spent giving Del her 1st Birthday Spring Clean - including scrubbing every inch of her 52.5 metre long roof by hand! God love my boat! I've owned her for a year now and I love her to bits. I also did the gardening re-potting this and that and generally musing on the spurt of spring growth. The herbs and salad greens are coming on a treat and I can't wait for the flowers to happen.
Monday, the spare day, was cooking tastic. I made pork escalopes and the worlds nicest apple and cinnamom cake. I have tried to ban myself from baking during my attempt to knock a couple of stone off my weight but I have no willpower and apparently I'm good at cakes. I haven't owned an oven in over 10 years and had no idea how excellently rewarding this baking malarkey could be :) The good news is, I still managed to lose half a pound even with all the cake and wine I've downed this week.
Oh, last but not least, I'm in love all over again with Benjamin Zephaniah. That is all.
The rest of the long weekend was a jumble of lovely.
On Saturday, I wandered down the towpath in the bright warm sunshine to vist the Canal Cavalcade which was vibrant and colourful and looked like good fun - I must remember to register my boat for next year and force my friends to participate in the decorating and parading of it - I didn't stop for long but I did buy some new herbs (not a euphemism) for the rooftop garden from an ageing hippy who was very serious with his plant knowledge. I was curiously uninterested in taking any photos. I guess the novelty of painted Narrowboats wears off when you live on one? Saturday evening, I moseyed over to Bermondsey to pick up mail, juice up my laptop and wrangle baby Andrew.
I had planned to head to Rochester for the Sweeps festival on Sunday but I'd stayed up all night making mix CDs and was too tired to move in the morning :) The afternoon was spent giving Del her 1st Birthday Spring Clean - including scrubbing every inch of her 52.5 metre long roof by hand! God love my boat! I've owned her for a year now and I love her to bits. I also did the gardening re-potting this and that and generally musing on the spurt of spring growth. The herbs and salad greens are coming on a treat and I can't wait for the flowers to happen.
Monday, the spare day, was cooking tastic. I made pork escalopes and the worlds nicest apple and cinnamom cake. I have tried to ban myself from baking during my attempt to knock a couple of stone off my weight but I have no willpower and apparently I'm good at cakes. I haven't owned an oven in over 10 years and had no idea how excellently rewarding this baking malarkey could be :) The good news is, I still managed to lose half a pound even with all the cake and wine I've downed this week.
Oh, last but not least, I'm in love all over again with Benjamin Zephaniah. That is all.