I’ve been looking at holiday pics and thinking about how much fun we had. Then I remembered that I wrote a blog post while we were away, but couldn’t upload it as we were too far from civilisation to have wifi or even mobile phone service.
Here’s what I wrote. It’s not how I remember it at all – we had a fab time, learned a bit about sheep shearing and cow-milking (not the correct technical term I suspect) (a beautiful jersey calf was born while we were there) spectacular walks and lots of fun. Or alternatively, on an off moment…
‘ We’re on holiday in Duddon Valley in Cumbria for two weeks. Is it just coincidence that on the same day that I start thinking about my art ideas I get my first headache of the holiday? It could be the red wine, although I’ve had a couple of glasses every night for a week without ill effect. It could be the change in the weather – it’s been raining lots for two days now. It could be withdrawal symptoms – I get a bit testy after a week of relaxing – give me a sense of purpose any day. It could be lack of personal space. Family holidays sort of imply that you have to enjoy every minute of being in the company of your family. I enjoy each minute when I look at the minutes independently but when you put all the minutes together it seems like a lot to ask. It could be that I experience instant tension when I start thinking about the ‘making art v making money’ conundrum. Or am I just a grumpy sod.’
I think we all know the answer to that one.
