English Castles

The hilltop gatehouse of Arundel Castle.
Ludlow Castle, seen from a nearby playground.


More household objects

Sketches from my parents’ house: light switch, flowers in a pot, slipper:


I think drawing small objects is useful; my mother (a better artist than me) disagrees, thinks it’s borderline autistic, and finds it an irritating habit; in that way that sometimes a family member does something microscopically trivial and it absolutely enrages you for no rational reason. (There’s a section on this in the Screwtape Letters.)

I’ll admit my mother’s irritation amuses me; but when she angrily took away a clothes peg I wished to draw (and I concede my motives were not completely pure), I decided not to push the matter.

Fireplace, scissors:


Up next, some sketches of proper architecture.


The Significant Other, sketched… not sure where.


Two female relatives, in a pub overlooking the river Arun:


They were not satisfied with their portrayals; I challenged them to do better, a challenge accepted by another female relative who tried to draw me:


I think she captured the quiet tormented despair in my eyes quite well.


One of the Significant Other’s shoes, which was ill-balanced and needlessly difficult to walk in – thus, I put it to another use, and filled it with soil and lobelias:


In other news, Lidl is having a Craft Beer Week. The IPA (Derail Ale, Steambox Brewery) is forgettable; the English Pale Ale (Marstons) is a bit better; the “dark vanilla porter” (Tunnel Blower, Steambox) is very nice, and, surprisingly, tastes of vanilla. (Porter descriptions aren’t always accurate. “Hints of chocolate and coffee”, in particular, seems to be a brewers’ euphemism for “tastes like someone put their fag out in your beer”.)