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Why do men not do this sort of thing?

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I’ve been on two ‘art courses’, the first up in the Southern Peak District, where there’s an ‘art school’ called Bullclough. It’s run from a lovely country home in the middle of a beautiful landscape. At that one I was the only man amongst about 12 of us. So I was surrounded by charming women. Our tutor, Rachel, was enthusiastic, encouraging, knowledgeable and generally charming, getting some brilliant results out of us. Some beginners, others who’d been doing this painting thing for quite some years and me, who has been drawing for aeons, but not painting. I’ve been at it … Continue reading Why do men not do this sort of thing?

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Restaurant trousers.

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I don’t go out to ‘restaurants’ very much these days, I’m more at home with cafes after a good walk. There are some where I will go out of my way to visit, one being the local privately owned Garden Centre ( here ) where I can feed my plant addiction as well as my food addiction. One of my acid tests for a good eatery is the quality of the coffee, and Dundry coffee is second to none. More recently we went to a Cotswold pub which is these days a pub/restaurant. So a notch up or two from … Continue reading Restaurant trousers.

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Dark chocolate and a baguette.

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My mother gave me a fruitcake to give to the French. She’d arranged the trip for me with a friend who worked at the local girl’s grammar school. I was to be the only boy amongst thirty 16 year old schoolgirls going on a French exchange to Paris. Sounded reasonable to me, I might learn a thing or two. I did and it wasn’t all French. To put this in context I was a boarder at the local all boy’s grammar school. My contact with any girls at all was minimal. Our school did no such sort of exchange with … Continue reading Dark chocolate and a baguette.

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“Drove like a bar of soap”

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I suppose if one is used to driving a Porsche anything else might be a tad ordinaries, as the French would have it. I have a theory about holidays, they are there so that you can tell everyone chez vous , what a dreadful time you have had. Not disastrous but not great all the time which is what they are meant to be. So dreadful might be a little strong. “Eventful” sounds like you spent it going to non stop fairs and knees ups. Let’s give up on its description for a while. I used to be first rate … Continue reading “Drove like a bar of soap”