I can nearly faultlessly play 1/4 of ‘The Sally Gardens’.

This would sound pathetic, but I’m so proud to have finally taught myself to play music. 

Throughout my childhood I really wanted to learn to play music, and, apart from joining a lunchtime club in primary school to play recorder, my family was so unsupportive of the matter. I begged and begged for guitar lessons and my mother just handed me my dad’s guitar (note: my dad couldn’t play guitar, he simply owned one because ‘it’s a really good guitar’) and told me to teach myself. I managed to make a few awful sounds but it didn’t sound like music to me, and I guessed that I couldn’t actually teach myself how to make it sound like music. I needed someone to teach me. I asked for lessons, and I was always told no, and eventually I gave up. 

No-one, once, for a single moment encouraged my interest in music or desire to learn to play it. No-one helped me at all. And by the time I was old enough to arrange and pay for lessons myself, I thought it was too late. 

Everything I did try to teach myself just didn’t work out. I’m not even sure I can keep a beat. I don’t know how a chord works. I don’t know the Science Of Sound. Does it mix like light? Or balance out like acid and alkaline? 

I feel that by being denied a musical education I missed out on a lot of potential, that if I’d had those guitar lessons when I asked, I could be a professional musician by now. I could have run off with a troop of minstrels.

For someone who can’t ‘play music’ I have a lot of instruments, Celtic drum, tambourine, harmonica (that is so crap I should throw it away, it it has sentimental value from the holiday on which I bought it) ocarina that I made myself, glockenspiel, penny whistle and zither.   

The East Anglian Film Archive website is broken. 

I think I am possibly the only person on the planet who cares. 

When I was 16 and studying media & journalism two of my classmates got into a relationship together, and they’ve been together ever since. 

That’s…a long time. They’re now engaged. They are both the only person the other has ever dated. When they were 17 we went on a trip to Yorkshire. It was the first time they had ever left Norfolk in their lives. 

I’m not sure if I’m envious of them, I wish my life was than simple, they are so happy. Or I’m not sure if I’m sorry for them, there’s so much more to the world than Norfolk, so many more people they could meet and love, and I think I’ve seen greater things than them, and gone places and done things, but it still doesn’t make me happy. 

I just finished reading Catherine Fisher’s ‘The Lammas Field’ and that’s supposed to be a YA book but it’s left me feeling really… uncomfortable. Kind of pissed off. Disgruntled. 

By god, it’s a good book though. 

Ahh yeah, the song I have had in my head all day. The song I was trying to sing while making cauliflower cheese. It’s a song for beginning adventures. Perfect with Mark Fry’s ‘Doesn’t Matter To Me If It Rains’, sharing that same restlessness. Much like me, I feel restless. 

I tuned it! 

I have never tuned an instrument in my life; I feel so accomplished!

And I didn’t snap a single 100-year-old string.

I tuned it!

I have never tuned an instrument in my life; I feel so accomplished!

And I didn’t snap a single 100-year-old string.

I never tuned this, but, sick of failing with penny whistle, I picked it up and just played two bars of this and…I was so overwhelmed by the fact that I had just played something that ACTUALLY SOUNDED LIKE MUSIC for the first time in my life! 

I tried tuning it TO the penny whistle but because the two sound so different I can’t comprehend if one is higher or lower than the other.

I never tuned this, but, sick of failing with penny whistle, I picked it up and just played two bars of this and…I was so overwhelmed by the fact that I had just played something that ACTUALLY SOUNDED LIKE MUSIC for the first time in my life!

I tried tuning it TO the penny whistle but because the two sound so different I can’t comprehend if one is higher or lower than the other.

Home-made dandelion & burdock.

There is a prevalent bitterness to it. I feel I shouldn’t have expected more from parts of ‘weeds’ that come from the earth. It is somehow chemically. Very fresh. Very unusual. 

It’s not undrinkable, but it’s not moreish either.

Home-made dandelion & burdock.

There is a prevalent bitterness to it. I feel I shouldn’t have expected more from parts of ‘weeds’ that come from the earth. It is somehow chemically. Very fresh. Very unusual.

It’s not undrinkable, but it’s not moreish either.

No, I’m thinking outside of the box now.

There’s nothing holding me here.

There’s no-one holding me back now, nothing I have to wait for.

And ‘I’ll be back, spring or summer’ never meant anything, it seems. 

With me, people need to put in a little effort or I’ll assume they don’t care. No-one’s bothered, so I guess they won’t miss me. 

Kayak across the Atlantic and make roots in the Appalachians

I would. 

Decided to put some of my home-made dandelion & burdock beer in the freezer to chill. This will be the first time testing it since I made it in May, and the first thing I’ve brewed for a long time. We’ll see if it’s drinkable. 

I guess I didn’t need something to run to, this time, but something to run from. 

littlenotice:

I see you too boy #ralph #ferret #ferretfriend

littlenotice:

I see you too boy #ralph #ferret #ferretfriend

I’m packing, so apparently I’m going somewhere. 

Where it is I am going, I am not yet sure.