Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Fourteen: The End of the Road (Trip)

Well, that’s it. Against all odds, I took myself out of my comfort zone, faced my fears and I did it.

It’s been quite a fortnight

Fourteen days, fourteen nights……..
Five Airbnbs, one Travelodge, four family homes
Fifty cups of coffee
Half a dozen sandwiches
Four Cuppa Soups
One cooked breakfast
Three fish and chips
One veggie curry
Thirty postcards distributed
Seventeen postcards received back
Sixteen pledge postcards sent
Five trips down memory lane
Endless hours of chatting
Fourteen blog posts
1500 Miles covered
£150 worth of incidentals
£200 worth of petrol
£180 worth of accommodation
3707 camera images
123 phone images
100 people spoken to
And at least three new friends

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A few things I’ve learnt along the way….

Buying a large bag of popcorn and leaving it open on the passenger seat is not a good idea if you have to go round corners – not unless you’re happy to pick popcorn off everything you’ve thrown in the footwell for the past five days

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You can’t eat sweetcorn with a biro* (well, you can, but it takes a long time)
Once opened, vacuum packed hard boiled eggs stink the room out *
A family sized pot of yogurt from PoundStretchers is not a bargain if you eat the whole lot in one go. With a plastic knife. Especially if you then feel sick for the next twelve hours **
There is a direct correlation between my mood and the level of the petrol gauge
Your Satnav is your best friend – don’t fall out with it.

And lucky jewellery really does keep you safe.

Travelling back today by a familiar route, has given me one last chance of thinking time. I’ve travelled miles and spent hours mulling things over in my head as the radio and satnav fought it out in the background.  I’ve battled rain, hailstones, wind and blinding sun.

I’ve pondered on subjects from the meaning of life to whether I could make it to the next service station toilets. In the privacy of my car I’ve laughed and I’ve cried; I’ve panicked and stayed calm; I’ve berated myself and built myself up again.

I’ve been spurred on by support from family, friends and strangers who have heard my tale.

Above all, it’s been an experience I’ll never forget, and one that has given me more, much, much more than I ever expected.

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Thanks to every single one of you who made pledges; suggested ideas; encouraged me to start this journey and cheered me on when it was underway.

I couldn’t have done it without you.

 

*discovered at Yarmouth Airbnb

**discovered at Scarborough Airbnb

Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Fourteen: The End of the Road (Trip)

Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Twelve: Travels with My Aunt

When I sorted out my original itinerary, way back in the depths of winter, Brighton was my final stop. So yesterday afternoon, as I left the Brighton seafront and set off for Worthing and my aunt’s house, I mentally packed away my cameras and prepared to unwind.  Little did I know what Sandra had planned for me.

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Dave’s 50 Year Old Painting
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Sandra’s House

As an artist, herself, my aunt is involved in several local creative groups. It just so happened that the monthly Artists’ Breakfast was to take place the following day, so we were up and out this morning as the seagulls screeched and whirled above us.

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Held in a local cafe, the Artists’ Breakfast consisted of a diverse group of interesting lively, colourful individuals.  I immediately felt at home.  For a couple of hours we drunk coffee and swapped stories, business cards and websites.  When we left I felt I’d made several new friends, and having distributed the road trip postcards for them to return meant I would hopefully hear from them again.

The sun was shining and the cold wind had dropped. It was the perfect Spring day to stroll by the sea and walk the length of the pier, and no visit would be complete without a picture or two. The cameras had been taken out of hibernation and were once more slung around my neck. I was ready for action.

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With only an hour or so before I planned to leave we wandered into the tiny shops, tucked in the arches. They were like Aladdin’s caves, crammed full of handmade goods.  We chatted with one owner who made the most fantastic light fittings, then moved next door to a lovely man who sewed scarves and hats and all manner of fabulous outfits out of recycled materials.  He told us he’d been making clothes since he was seven. I left them both with postcards, and we headed back for lunch.

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Light Art by Jessica Gill
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Light Art by Jessica Gill
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Sandra’s New Scarf
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The Vintage Emporium

As I packed up the car and hugged Sandra I thought how lovely it was that I’d been able to make this trip, and spend some time with a fabulous aunt I’d not seen for a few years.  We’d chatted and laughed and cried and hugged and agreed we’d had the most fantastic few hours.

I started the car and thought about a conversation I’d had with Sandra fifty years ago.  Undecided about teacher training or art college I’d asked her advice.  She’d been to Leicester College of Art a few years previously.

‘Go there,’ she advised, you’ll love it.’

I went, I loved it – and I met the future husband.  The rest, as they say, is history.

Seaside Towns Out of Season Day Twelve: Travels with My Aunt

On the Bus

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”

I’ve always loved bright colours, and have the clothes and the decor to prove it.

When I saw that this week’s photo challenge was ‘vivid’ I thought it would be easy to find an image that fitted the title.  I was wrong.  Much of my work is black and white street photography, and the rest is landscape or family, all of which can be striking but not necessarily vivid.

However, this image was tucked away in an old street album, and I knew it was the one to choose.  I remember that day.  It was cold but sunny, and as I got on the bus, I was struck by the bright seat colours.  In contrast, a couple sitting with their backs to me, looked quite subdued and dull, the only light being from the sun that shone through the window, alternating with the shadows on their heads.

The vivid seat was the real star of this image.

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Bright Seat, Shadowed Heads
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Waking Up to Spring Sunshine

Emerging from the bedroom this morning, I was greeted by the sun streaming in through the east facing windows of bathroom and loo.  I had to grab the camera – although these shots don’t really do the scenes justice….DSC_6503

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Waking Up to Spring Sunshine