Back from Seeking Answers from the Great Beyond.
Back from the Bacton Gas Terminals resort.
Where the tide doesn't go out til about 2.00 in the afternoon, so you have ....... concrete and sea. And with 5 children (yep - I sold 1 for the week but gained 2 more) to entertain we had to rely on the shelf-ful of unheard-of indecipherable board games and the typical library of holiday house books. Tarby On Showbiz was a belter.
But then..... I wasn't looking for excitement. Merely enlightenment. And some stones with holes in.
Stepping outside the slightly damp symphony of beige patterned chalet, hanging on to one's hair for fear of it being ripped from one's skull by the fresh summer East Anglian breeze, and finding the perfect spot from which to launch one's precious family down onto the finally revealed sand several hundred feet below the 'promenade', one frees one's mind of all daily clutter and contemplates the infinite.
Such as - 'Who the bloody hell organized this bloody holiday?'
But funnily enough - I kind of enjoyed it.
And I even 'started' (again) * * M y B o o k * * - oh yes! Oh yes I DID!
I'm Breakin' Through!!! I'm Bendin' Spoons!!!
Albeit in a tiny A6 notebook with a scratchy biro - but I have started something. Worked out some squiggly illustrations. Scribbled out a couple of babbling sentences. I'm well on my way. But should I really sweat about my art work? Spend another couple of years worrying about my lapsed life drawing skills? Stall some more because I'm NOT GOOD ENOUGH? (Here we go again.....)
.......... I asked the sea.
It told me to piss off and take responsibility for my own decisions.
Bastard North Sea. I bet the Atlantic would be more helpful.
Well - whatever. Decided to live with being a bit crap and do it anyway.
I'm Keepin' Flowers in Full Bloom!!!!
And as you may be able to tell I have reconnected with REM - everyone has to have a holiday CD to drive the kids bonkers. Played it loud and pretended to be a muppet ALL the way home. Even during the unscheduled 3-hour appreciation of the Dartford Crossing stop.
Then finally reached my dear old welcoming family shack. It smelled of wee.
I'm Pushin' an Elephant up the Stairs.................