100!
Well there we go my 100th post, was going to do something exciting but my mind is blank with exhaustion from such a busy day at work, so I've just posted some photos. The left one is of me. my brother, his son and a random rabbit. I thought seeing as there has been talk of rabbits that it was appropriate even though it isn't the running wild and free type, just a poor little captive one that lives in pets corner in a city park. It doesn't look a happy bunny if you ask me but neither would I be if I were stuck in a cage with a pair of loonies staring at me.
The one on the right is of me and the love of my life, Shoeshine, in the lake district last year. It was taken by a passer by who offered hence the formal pose. It makes me laugh because I never realise how small I am until I see photos like this. When you are a short-arse, as I am, you don't actually notice being small, well I don't, it's all relative, you just get used to looking up peoples noses, being patronized and being elbowed in the head all the time. It's only when I see this I realise why!
The Lake district is such a great place, we'd been camping for a few days when this was taken, thats why we are looking a little rough. I'm clutching a bunch of sticks that I had just collected from some wonderful trees which I ceremoniously burned on our campfire that night. Just behind where we were standing was a beautiful rocky river, crystal clear waters that shone pink in the light of the sunset and sunrise. Washing your face in the river in the morning after waking up in a sweaty hot tent is heaven, makes you want to fuck it all and live wild and free for the rest of your days. It's amazing how little you actually need to live and thats what I love about camping, it's just you and the elements. Oh I want to go there now, my heart is yearning for green hills, bluebell forests and clear running waters.
Patience.
I have some exciting plans for the summer including a week in the lakes and I just got tickets for 'The Green Man Festival' in Wales, lots of great folky bands playing including Bert Jansch, King Creosote and The Eighteenth day of May, all of which I saw a couple of weeks ago at the Barbican and was blown away by the folking folkiness of it all. It seems that Folk is back in and there appears to be quite a scene brewing, lots of beards and flowery dresses, it seemed to be full of the 'beautiful people', wonder where they've been hiding all these years. Got to go, byeee!