A turn with the Turners
Working on my French tourism work for the bulk of the day. Managed to sneak off for an hour and a half walk by the sea in the middle of the day. Brightness and fresh air work wonders.
In the afternoon called around to see Diane and Adrian Turner at their studio. Had a nice coffee with Diane in Cream Tea in New Street, Diane's new favourite haunt for meeting and thinking. Good cakes apparently, and the young woman working there had a slightly floury apron which is always good to see. A nice wide ranging chat with Diane, and then back to the studio where I peered over Adrian's shoulder at many photos on his giant screen, including some excellent ones he took as a young boy in Paris. He always wanted to be a photographer. You'll find some examples here.
Diane pressed a copy of The seven habits of highly effective people on me as I left.
I had a quiet night in, and Lorraine came around to be fed and sleep on the sofa in front of the TV. All well.
Below a shot of mine a bit like poor man's Adrian Turner, the West Pier, which has just had lots of dangerous tangled metal removed from the scene, and a random wire.
Working on my French tourism work for the bulk of the day. Managed to sneak off for an hour and a half walk by the sea in the middle of the day. Brightness and fresh air work wonders.
In the afternoon called around to see Diane and Adrian Turner at their studio. Had a nice coffee with Diane in Cream Tea in New Street, Diane's new favourite haunt for meeting and thinking. Good cakes apparently, and the young woman working there had a slightly floury apron which is always good to see. A nice wide ranging chat with Diane, and then back to the studio where I peered over Adrian's shoulder at many photos on his giant screen, including some excellent ones he took as a young boy in Paris. He always wanted to be a photographer. You'll find some examples here.
Diane pressed a copy of The seven habits of highly effective people on me as I left.
I had a quiet night in, and Lorraine came around to be fed and sleep on the sofa in front of the TV. All well.
Below a shot of mine a bit like poor man's Adrian Turner, the West Pier, which has just had lots of dangerous tangled metal removed from the scene, and a random wire.
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