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I'm back. Right, having established that fact, I'd better babble on.
I've been to Scarborough, where I was playing bridge with my Dad; this happens two or three times a year at most. The bridge was okay, marred, especially on the last day, by some individual mistakes. Due to the nature of the scoring system, these mistakes cost us dearly - instead of winning 3 out of 4 matches, we lost all 4, and ommitting a single, clearly identifiable mistake in each match would've made the difference. Annoying. Still, 1.75 Green Points isn't too shabby a return.
It was a also an opportunity to get away from London, work, mono, and everything that's been stressing me of late. I can't say that I didn't stop to think about it at all, because I really wasn't expecting to. I think, though, that I've come to some conclusions that I'm happy with.
I walked in the sun, I walked in the wind and the rain, I revelled in what must be the quintessential English Seaside Town. I took many pictures, some of which may appear in the near future (say, by 2009). I have pictures of seagulls, of ambitious sand-crated civial engineering projects, of Goths on the beach, of Whitby Abbey, of my parents, of the tall ship Grand Turk, of life in a resort town in England.
I haven't 'phoned back the gallery I went into yet, to say that I want to buy 'her'; I'm still not sure that 'she' really belongs on my wall. I'm still not entirely sure of 'her' either.
It was a also an opportunity to get away from London, work, mono, and everything that's been stressing me of late. I can't say that I didn't stop to think about it at all, because I really wasn't expecting to. I think, though, that I've come to some conclusions that I'm happy with.
I walked in the sun, I walked in the wind and the rain, I revelled in what must be the quintessential English Seaside Town. I took many pictures, some of which may appear in the near future (say, by 2009). I have pictures of seagulls, of ambitious sand-crated civial engineering projects, of Goths on the beach, of Whitby Abbey, of my parents, of the tall ship Grand Turk, of life in a resort town in England.
I haven't 'phoned back the gallery I went into yet, to say that I want to buy 'her'; I'm still not sure that 'she' really belongs on my wall. I'm still not entirely sure of 'her' either.