Making a feature of the sewerage pipe

This post has been along time coming ( or in the pipeline if you like).  So much has gone on here in the past few weeks some of which we expected and some we clearly didn’t see coming.  In Friday the 13th (most apt) we were in a little room in Musgove Park hospital hearing the words that no one wishes to hear – “we are so very sorry but..” We then spent 10 days worrying that Mr W would not be here for Christmas; but now know that he can be operated on and will be around to annoy me for many years to come. If you’ve a strong stomach or enjoy medical dramas go over to ‘’ for the up to date details on Mr W’s pipeline. 

The pipeline of the title refer’s not to Mr W’s colon but to Clevedon.  One Wednesday had been particularly onerous for Andrew so to make the day more positive we headed off to Clevedon, me with my sketch pad and Mr W with cameras, tripods, filters, Kendal mint cake etc.  This is his excellent image.  The image below is mine.

 He has clearly omitted the sewage outlet pipe – let’s face it, you know you are at the British seaside when you can see an outlet pipe- usually with some toddlers playing in the aqueous drippings . I think I’ve captured the pipe most beautifully. 

On a positive note we also went, via a hired charabanc to a gathering of the clans in Dorset for a family wedding.

I’ve been to London to meet up with Mary, whom I hadn’t see for a few years.  We were pals whilst at school, me at the local comp, she at the local public school for gels.  She did go to King Alfs for one year before her horrified parents removed her to ‘La Retraite’, a convent school.  Why didn’t my parents do that?  I was very horrified for most of the time I was at King Alfred’s. Mary got her face ‘done’ at Bobbi Brown’s in Harrods and I ‘Venusssssed’ myself in the giant Botticelli shell at the V and A. There is a joke somewhere in the giant Botticelli vicinity but I’m not going there.

All the other visitors to the museum did variations on the traditional Venus pose, not me, I ‘owned’ that shell, I totally ‘worked’ it.  Obviously offers of modelling jobs have come flooding in but I’m going to stay at home and keep it ‘real’. Note that I’m so up with the young people that I can use all the jargon. Mary and I opted for the ‘Britain 1500 to 1900 tour – V & A tours are great and free, plus there are usually very few  people on them.  I fancied the ‘Brief history of underwear’ exhibition but Mary didn’t seem to be as interested in other people’s knickers as me.

This was the highlight of the tour for me.  So small that the guide had to illuminate her with a torch, so small that most visitors pass her by without knowing she’s there and so small  that Holbein painted her with squirrel hair using a magnifying glass.  To be fair to Hoblein he painted what he saw, a good, kind and warm person.  Much better to finish with Anne of Cleves in miniature, rather than me shell (not so miniature) .