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Lots of stuff including Art

Lots of stuff including Art
Newport lad from Crindau, and Ceredigion resident for 27 years: former firefighter Roger Bennett

4 October 2010

Gallantry Awards

This is my new artwork in progress. I have been working on this image for a while as I take a break from the car drawing. Well I have to, as my watercolour set and brushes are still in "The Beast" over in Italy, and both are needed to finish the 'car'. As for this image there is still an awful lot of work to go. I need to improve the detail on the face and eyes, add more colour, and blend the lot. As well as adding a lot more pen and ink detail to the uniform and cap.

The good news is that I feel that I am heading in the right direction with the artwork. The progress so far, should spur me on to complete separate images of a Victoria Cross winner, and a Medal of Honor winner.

The Beast

"The Beast" AKA my Volvo S60 D5 Special Edition is due back from Italy tomorrow. Although, based on past experience with the Breakdown Company, I shall believe it when I see it!

It's a Mile

My two afternoon swimming sessions over the weekend, totaled 72 lengths of the pool. Quite good for me, as 72 lengths of the 25 yard pool is a Mile. I was pretty chuffed with the effort on the second day as I had to swim through the psychological barrier, whereby I managed to swim the most number of lengths in one session for many months. Better still I got up at 0700 this morning and added another 40 lengths to the tally. I think that you will agree, that 112 lengths across three days is pretty good.

I was looking forward to doing quite a bit of swimming on holiday. If we hadn't become "Trapped in Firenze", then the next hotel had an outdoor pool and there would have been two sessions in that pool in the warmth of an Italian evening. Whereas, the pool at the villa we had booked, would have been used every morning. I missed the chance to swim while in Ghana, as we went to the outdoor pool on a day that I was feeling a tad poorly. I suppose this post is an indication that circumstances often interfere to prevent me swimming while abroad. As a Strategist; it also reminds me that no plan, however good, survives first engagement with the enemy.
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