Firework Night with a fish supper.
I was looking forward to a dog walk as I am just beginning to get really busy again and wanted to just chill and let things settle in my mind. I have already just made a stupid timetable/availability mistake. Something I described as an administrative error in an apologetic email.
But; it is firework night and Cosmo gets what you might describe as ‘excited’.
So I let Cos off the lead and he legs it at full power across the grass towards the sea. Barking. Just barking at bangs, wooshes, bursts, frazzle sounds, glitter, coloured lights and popping noises.
Total full on, out and out wreckless barking at the top of his voice. He got that off his chest as it were and we settled into the walk.
Next thing I know he’s nowhere to be seen and I’m calling him, whistling and that.
The tide is out and he’s down on the beach amongst the groins. I know whats going on and walk towards him. Illuminated by the moon light there is a dozen or more glowing white underbellies of these kind little shark/dog fish all washed up on the beach and I’m treading on them as I realise what they are.
So now I can smell Cosmo at 5-6 paces and I’m marching home with the hump. Then we meet a Wrottwieler on heat and now we are home he’s barking again.
He smells too bad to get close to him in his distress.
Dogs Have 3 Gears.
Humans have two. Walking and running. A jog does accelerate into a run, but the action is the same.
Dogs have both walking and running (or galloping), but inbetween these two is this other gear, a sort of trot where they are not walking or running. This trot is where their feet hardley come off the floor but they can go quite fast and keep this up for along time.
I am now artist in residence at ‘The Little Blue Hut’. I rode my bike gently along the sea front, to pick up the keys. It was very windy. Its about 4 miles or so. Cosmo kept up, trotting the whole way there and back.
It did knacker him though.
My Phone has Drowned.
The other night me and Cosmo got very wet. It rained so hard it would’nt have made any difference if I had walked in the sea.
My feet were sloshing around inside my wellies and all I wanted was to get home. Cosmo was unpreturbed and still wanted to sniff this and that and was happy enough. He didnt seem uncomfortable!
He looked like he had just had a perm. I was very grumpy and kept reminding myself that it could be worse. I might have been press ganged into the navy, and the Bosun was telling me to climb up the rigging and get the top gallants down.
When I got home I realised my coat pocket had collected quite alot of water for a pocket and my phone had drowned.
I bought a new phone today thinking I would put my old sim card in and all my contacts would instantly appear.
‘NO CONTACTS’ I must have changed some kind of defalt setting and all saved to phone memory not sim card!
Which is a bit of a bummer.
Twin Oaks
Sometimes I get rather full up with art all the time. I think as an artist one does tend to try so hard, never waste a day, got to promote yourself or do something? I’m waiting for a decision from a commitee…..still.
Yesterday I just thought I’m full up with all this art and went for a dog walk instead. Cosmo was alittle confused as it was not his usuall dog walk time?
The acorns and sweet chestnuts are falling off the trees now and the single track paths in the woods are covered with acorns.
This reminded me of a story on the radio ages ago, told by Martin Simpson. He said he had been asked to finish someone elses unfinished song! He discovered this twin oak storey. ‘If you ever see twin oak trees growing side by side, (this quite often happens in hedgrows apparently) it is because Gypsy, travelling families had the tradition that if a young baby died, then an acorn was placed in each hand and the baby then buried by the side of the road under the hedgrows’.
This provided the end for his unfinished song, I wondered if it would start someting for someone else, as I can’t think of a way to use it, but it is a lovely idea.
I’m thinking about art when I’m supossed to be not thinking about it.
Why do we do that?
Ghosts Calling,
We went to the woods this evening. One of the usual walks you know. Cosmo is a gun dog as he is part golden retriever I dont know if poodles are french gun dogs they might be? Anyway Cosmo is solid gone man….that place he goes..those places in and out the undergrowth, through the bushes, looking, investigating, checking things out, going back and and checking them again. Looking for stoats, birds, squirrels or foxes. I will never know, but he’s really focused in his searching.
Then an acorn hits the floor!
He stops dead, he’s heard it at 30 paces ears slightly raised and head movements like Tango Dancers on Strictly.
Whasat?……er ……
nothing but
……there’s…………a feckin ………..rabbit been over here and I’m leggin it after him. He dissapears…. rushes into the woodland….. and 20 seconds later he’s trotting down the path towards me.
Nah……no sign of it now.
And so it goes on. Never catches anything, never dissapointed, allways looking though.
Me, I got my head phones on Listening to my favourite track. I’ve only got about 5 tracks in there. But this one is special. Ghosts Calling. You could describe it as orchestral…its abororiginal didge, a snare drum with wishy washy sound and these clicky sticks. Fantasic in the woods. It is just totally fluid and I’m solid gone an all. The noises from the didge are the animals Cosmo is looking for and I’m flicking my fingers in time with the clicky sticks. It fits with the woods perfectly, if I made videos it would be the start of something. If you played it in Picadilly Circus it would be rubbish, it needs the woods.
Then smashing in my head at higher volume is Rock Star by Nickelback, the contrast is unbearable. And the culture shock between the life styles that relate to these two types of music is shattering me.
stop
back
tracks
open
staiway to heaven
play.
