Through a dim haze...
Aug. 7th, 2003 09:35 pm...I remember the yesterday that was.
I went up to visit my grandad. This involved a very pleasant journey up the A46. This is my favourite time of year in some ways - everything is at its absolute trembling peak of perfection before the decline into autumn. Before starting my main travels, I picked up some bargainous pots in town - 6 large clay pots for a tenner! - and ran into some rather pretty purple peppers. It was overcast as I headed up towards Stroud, but the A46 is bordered by some magnificent wheat fields (one has a rather splendid iron-age fort in it!) and as I drove past, the combine harvesters were busy making those big plump uber-neat cylindrical hay-bales. The only sad part was a butterfly hitting the windscreen - bugger! I really hate driving sometimes, although I've never hit anything larger than a bug.
Just as I reached the further edge of the plateau, before the descent into my home valley, the clouds suddenly lifted and it was a glorious day. Hazy, but beltingly hot, and the world looked beautiful. In some ways, I always get sad driving through my home town. It's got a lot prettier since I lived there, with cafes and brightly painted gift shops, but the memories are always bittersweet and something has always changed. They've boarded up the house next door to where I live - I guess it just got too dilapidated - but my dad's old van is still parked in the same place :/
Plus, worst of all, Stroud has got a new and glaring McDonalds, and every time I drive along the road to my grandad's house, I almost get marmalysed by some moron munching on a McBurger. Sigh. My grandad is doing pretty well considering he's 87 now. I didn't stop long because he had to go for physiotherapy at the local hospital, but we got chance to munch crisps, drink tea and catch up on some things. I think I probably take after my grandad to be honest - most of my family are bouncing extraverts, but there's a quiet streak that must come from him, I guess. It's not without it's downside, but I'm happy to get that hand from the genetic shuffle. He was also really pleased with a rather nice new painting that he'd just bought, done by a friend of the family.
I was slightly at a loose end after packing off my aged gramp in an ambul-bus (he was lapping up the attention ;)). I had planned to go for a walk along the local cycle track, but it seemed so hot that instead I decided to go and visit the church at Selsley. This is something I've been meaning to do for years - it's supposed to be a very fine "Arts and Crafts" style church, built by a guy with the reputation of being a satanist/pagan/general nutter, according to who you speak to. The plan went well until I overshot the local parking. "Oh well", I thought, "I'll just pull in at one of the laybys on Selsley Common". Forgetting, of course, that a mile or two can fly by in the company of Mr Automobile. Result: a very long trek across the savannah that is a stroud hilltop in the summer, stumbling wildly up and down the banks of small stone quarries, hoping feverishly that I was going in the right direction. Once you've got about 100 yards from your car, you generally can't see it any more.
So despite the heat, I managed to use up a good half of my flash-card before I'd even got to the church, and acquired a rather fine black feather on the way. The church was very nice - pretty and continental looking, with William Morris windows and pretty earthy tiles. There were some loud people, but they went away after I tried to make friends with them ;) so I got some good photos (to be uploaded soon!) and stopped in the graveyard to take advantage of the handy shade and water supply. I grossly over-estimated the distance back to the car and popped up in the middle of nowhere. Luckily, on the summertime hills of Stroud, the middle of nowhere often also contains a Winstone's icecream van, where I revived myself with finest icy coldness before wandering back to mysolar charged oven on wheels car.
Apart from having a great day, a discovery to be proud of is that I can jam my sunglasses over my driving glasses. Looks a little strange, but at least I can see on sunny days :)
I went up to visit my grandad. This involved a very pleasant journey up the A46. This is my favourite time of year in some ways - everything is at its absolute trembling peak of perfection before the decline into autumn. Before starting my main travels, I picked up some bargainous pots in town - 6 large clay pots for a tenner! - and ran into some rather pretty purple peppers. It was overcast as I headed up towards Stroud, but the A46 is bordered by some magnificent wheat fields (one has a rather splendid iron-age fort in it!) and as I drove past, the combine harvesters were busy making those big plump uber-neat cylindrical hay-bales. The only sad part was a butterfly hitting the windscreen - bugger! I really hate driving sometimes, although I've never hit anything larger than a bug.
Just as I reached the further edge of the plateau, before the descent into my home valley, the clouds suddenly lifted and it was a glorious day. Hazy, but beltingly hot, and the world looked beautiful. In some ways, I always get sad driving through my home town. It's got a lot prettier since I lived there, with cafes and brightly painted gift shops, but the memories are always bittersweet and something has always changed. They've boarded up the house next door to where I live - I guess it just got too dilapidated - but my dad's old van is still parked in the same place :/
Plus, worst of all, Stroud has got a new and glaring McDonalds, and every time I drive along the road to my grandad's house, I almost get marmalysed by some moron munching on a McBurger. Sigh. My grandad is doing pretty well considering he's 87 now. I didn't stop long because he had to go for physiotherapy at the local hospital, but we got chance to munch crisps, drink tea and catch up on some things. I think I probably take after my grandad to be honest - most of my family are bouncing extraverts, but there's a quiet streak that must come from him, I guess. It's not without it's downside, but I'm happy to get that hand from the genetic shuffle. He was also really pleased with a rather nice new painting that he'd just bought, done by a friend of the family.
I was slightly at a loose end after packing off my aged gramp in an ambul-bus (he was lapping up the attention ;)). I had planned to go for a walk along the local cycle track, but it seemed so hot that instead I decided to go and visit the church at Selsley. This is something I've been meaning to do for years - it's supposed to be a very fine "Arts and Crafts" style church, built by a guy with the reputation of being a satanist/pagan/general nutter, according to who you speak to. The plan went well until I overshot the local parking. "Oh well", I thought, "I'll just pull in at one of the laybys on Selsley Common". Forgetting, of course, that a mile or two can fly by in the company of Mr Automobile. Result: a very long trek across the savannah that is a stroud hilltop in the summer, stumbling wildly up and down the banks of small stone quarries, hoping feverishly that I was going in the right direction. Once you've got about 100 yards from your car, you generally can't see it any more.
So despite the heat, I managed to use up a good half of my flash-card before I'd even got to the church, and acquired a rather fine black feather on the way. The church was very nice - pretty and continental looking, with William Morris windows and pretty earthy tiles. There were some loud people, but they went away after I tried to make friends with them ;) so I got some good photos (to be uploaded soon!) and stopped in the graveyard to take advantage of the handy shade and water supply. I grossly over-estimated the distance back to the car and popped up in the middle of nowhere. Luckily, on the summertime hills of Stroud, the middle of nowhere often also contains a Winstone's icecream van, where I revived myself with finest icy coldness before wandering back to my
Apart from having a great day, a discovery to be proud of is that I can jam my sunglasses over my driving glasses. Looks a little strange, but at least I can see on sunny days :)