What do you do if your youngest expresses a desire to go out to find a beauty spot and try sketching? Why, you oblige, of course, gladly and even gratefully. At least you do if you're silly.
With no set destination in mind we went:
- East out of town
- South to the cliff
- Over the cliff between the farms
- To the meandering river between this cliff and the next
- Down to the sea
- Back up the meanders
- Across the roadbridge
- Up the banks of the river proper, on the only footpath which is on the wrong side
- All the way past the forest
- Past sheep and millions of unphased rabbits, a gun dog trainer and herons
- Past cows in a sort of "excuse me huge and disinterested bovine, you are on my path" way
- Miles upstream to a tiny bridge
- Back down the right side for home
- Back round a huge hill (huge as in the top of the slope has a famous chalk picture)
- Up the hill (mind the giant rabbit holes, Alice)
- West through more fields (just higher up)
- and home again.
Daughter found lots of things she would love to draw, but never any benches or grassy humps devoid of droppings or nettles, which is why we just kept on going from one vista to another.
I guess we'll just have to go again, next week.