I took a photo from DeviantArt by ChrissieRed to play with MyPaint.
While dog sitting for a neighbor I did a little sketch/watercolour of their dog. It wasn’t anything special as I rarely get the time to do art. Anyway they asked of I’d do a painting for their sons dog Freya … Continue reading
The sketch idea must of come from one of the many tattoo programs that I’ve watched lately. Need to put more time into drawing It doesn’t look like her but I used a self portrait of Jenarose on DeviantArt as … Continue reading
Another old drawing/painting using MyPaint.
About 6 years old that makes my daughter 7 at the time.
A sketch from a photo on DeviantArt Was going to ask permission from the photos owner but I was at work and loss signal and can’t remember the artists name 😟. The three Berry’s are close to the photo but … Continue reading
Dave,Kevan and Leszek took on this challenge and raised £1,000 for Derrian House – this our is the story:
Having met up with Kev we both rode towards Southport Pier. Looking like we needed the exercise with Derian House T-shirts stuffed down our tops for the mandatory photo. The question in my head was “Will our late recruit Les be there?” As we passed over the bridge Kev pointed out a local feeding the swans on the lake. Then I spotted Les on the prom – early! No way! So a quick photo
A Saturday clubrun and a genteel spin through yon countryside, car-boots, hills and Cafés.
It’s good to spin the legs and chat not gossip mind that’s woman’s work.
Any worries drift from thought as the wheels turn and with it the chatter fades as the road tilts, slowing legs & quicken the blood.The group ascends the drag in unison.I lie any club rider will tell you there is always one who will push on with no outward sign of strain compelling the rest to follow until the union is broke or as happen on the Jubilee weekend someone jumps off the front causing a few to give chase while others tut,”it’s not a race”.
I put my hands up,my legs were restless having chased back to the group earlier after waiting for someone who left his helmet at the bus stop
(club meet point) to busy
gossiping talking? Then getting stuck behind a truck in the car-boot traffic.
Truth be known I enjoyed stretching the legs and it wasn’t just me.A smaller group of us went the High Moor way and down Hunters.
Feeling good I was on the front most of the way to the café only to be beat to the 30 sign but lucky not to be in the hedge after a touch of gloves as they sprinted passed.
Then time for a nice hot coffee and relax at the café.
Most then head straight for home leaving six or so to put a couple of hills in before doing the same.