A GoodLife

The thing about growing up in the 70s

(Seen through the obligatory rose-tinted spectacles of course)

Was the amazing amount of high profile,  iconic,  creative types who were influencing culture – both high- and low- brow.

Building on the political,  social and cultural upheavals of the 60s, the 70s (if you could ignore the occasional ill-advised hair or clothing choice)  embedded that peculiarly British love of the weird,  the avant garde,  the misfit.

It embraced the iconoclastic,  the creative and the revolutionary.

So what icon of the 70s have I found to have made the most lasting impact on my life?

Was it Marc Bolan?

No,  definitely too glam

Was it the Sex Pistols?

Umm,  bit too spiky and aggressive.  Not enough languishing or wafting in a wraithe-like manner.   I definitely preferred the Goth movement that came in the 80s.

So what was my icon of the 70s?

Tom and Barbara Good,  from BBCs The Good Life.

I harbour dreams of smallholdings.

Of meals entirely made up of things Ive grown

Of children skipping happily down the lane in clothes I’ve made.

My reality?

When I asked oldest child why he didnt want me to knit him a,  really rather trendy,  beanie hat he said

“Because you’re a bit rubbish at knitting mum.   Thelast hat you did made me look like Yoda”

My yield of strawberries this year?

IMG_20150809_163759 IMG_20150809_165023  and these are alpine strawberries too,  so basically the size of grains of rice.

Six,  admittedly flourishing in a bushy,  leafy kind of way,  tomato plants and my crop to date is?

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One measly tomato.

And it’s a cherry tomato,  so about the size of a 5p piece

Less Tom and Barbara Good.

More Margot Leadbetter.

But all is not lost.

I can work a kaftan and a g&t.

Ahem.  🙂

Andy and the Owls

So, staycationing.

So, Monday saw us heading into Birmingham for the day.

I say “we”, I actually mean youngest child, one of her friends and myself.

Oldest child heard the words “art gallery” and refused to leave his bedroom.

He still remembers our pre-Christmas trip to the Tate Modern

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Youngest child on the other hand was tremendously excited by the whole thing.image

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Boing.

And yes,  she was hyped up like this for the whole trip.

I slept well that night.

We headed to the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery for their “Love is Enough” exhibition.

Focussing on Andy Warhol and William Morris.

I would have included a photo but Copyright issues mean photography wasn’t allowed.

It’s an interesting exhibition but the exhibits are a bit sparse and I’m not convinced that there are enough parallels between the artists for it to be completely successful

But, it was interesting to see the works ‘in the flesh’

And Warhol is always a hit with the kids

I’m not really a huge fan myself, but I found with this exhibition that I really liked his line drawings

Especially Young Man With Heart

Birmingham is also currently being invaded by giant owl sculptures.

Random or what?

There is an Owl Trail, should you wish to track them all down

But we were happy just admiring the ones we stumbled across

Particularly Ozzy Osbourne’s slightly sinister gothic one.

Add in chocolate pizza (yes really) at Ask, and bubble tea for the journey home

and it was actually a rather nice day out.

Sun, sea and sand? Pah, who needs ’em?

Be Here Now

I have developed an irrational and completely over-reactive dislike of the phrase “Staycation”

It’s right up there with “thinking outside of the box”, “one-stop shop”, “joined-up thinking” and “chillax”.

Guaranteed to make me want to gnash my teeth, gnaw the carpet and possibly prise my eyeballs out with blunt spoons.

Well, perhaps not quite that, but you get the idea.

But, staycationing is what we are doing this year, since our eagerly anticipated holiday to Egypt was cancelled by Thomsons, bless their cotton socks.

And our even more eagerly anticipated replacement holiday to India isn’t happening until next spring.

So, a summer spent exploring the delights of the Midlands.

And actually? I’m looking forward to it.

We might finally get to all those places that we keep meaning to go to, which are on our doorstep but get overlooked in the rush to get some place else

Somewhere more exotic.

Like Derbyshire 😉

So Sunday found us heading over to Rutland, smallest historic county in England, to visit Rutland Water.

  
It’s been on my list of places to visit for years.

Bits of it are beautiful, and quiet and peaceful.

Bits of it are noisy, and jam packed with people and cars.

And the shared cycle/pedestrian pathway works as well as the new shared pedestrian/motor vehicle area in Coventry

Organised chaos it is then.

A good place if you like watersports, or don’t want to walk far from your car for a picnic.

Not so great if you like to get away from civilisation, and like your nature a bit on the wild side.