Beau’s Back.

It’s been a hard couple of weeks back at work. A welcomed respite of the Christmas holidays came to an abrupt halt the day we returned to work with some hard graft. Digging, shovelling, concreting in a huge Methodist chapel, the oldest in West Cornwall in fact. The work began about a month or so before the holidays too, with the removal of forty church pews, staircases, flooring and floor joists, all attacked by dry rot, which is visibly similar to a combination of ‘War of the Worlds’ and a huge marshmallow. The result is wood that has less consistency that a chocolate flake, or cocoa powder, wood just turned to dust, eaten by an invasive weed like being. Dry rot is brutal. This has then been followed by plastering ceilings, and walls, moving from one room to another, endlessly applying a skim to board, I go to bed hearing my mate remind me to ‘keep an eye on my edges’. Just take a look now at where the wall meets the ceiling, yep that’s it, that straight clean, crisp edge, that’s because the plasterer who did that, knew how to ‘look after the edges’!

Anyway, the point of this long introductory ramble is to apologies for not posting a blog last week. It’s been a kind of ‘fall in from work and collapse couple of weeks’, not a huge amount of creativity happening, although I have got a post on the way about ‘loyalty’, and on that I’ll say no more.  I’ve not ridden my bike, but I’ve surfed a couple of times. I’ve written a poem, accompanied that by a collage, and I’ll post that when the times right, but for now, I’m sharing this. Another film by Beau Miles, by far my favourite and inspiring creator on the Toob.. This film is both an unknown  to me history lesson, and a travel adventure. Take a moment, put the kettle on and enjoy. For now, here’s Beau and thank you again.