Home-Made PhD – Project 2 Opaque, The Sea, The Sea, The Dunes Cafe Winter Opening Hours, Cromer Tea Rooms

We set off from Boathouse Cottage at Wayford Bridge to The Dunes Cafe at Winterton Beach, having first looked up the opening hours on the internet. Without breakfast we were parched when we arrived, only to find the place locked and bolted. It was very cold, there was a strong wind.

Ideal conditions then to see a white sea for the first time. A few photographs were taken, including ones of the closed cafe should ever we return. We drove on, towards Cromer we thought, though our satnav thought otherwise.

We did find a neat tearoom, Hatters, in Cromer, lots of space, lots of tea, lots of cake. Yet Cromer had not evaded the cold cold North Wind. A quick walk through the town, then spritely back to the car, missing out on what appears to be quite a wonderful church.

Back home and the photographs of the sea brought to mind the LS Lowry painting of the north sea to mind, and thus was borne the idea for project 2 of the Home-Made PhD, but only after The Friday Morning Poets Salon had come up with the theme of Opaque.

View Project 2 Opaque on Youtube by clicking anywhere around here

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Six Days in a Boatyard, Sainsbury Centre for Visual Arts, UAE, Home-Made PhD

We had a short, post-New Year break, at Wayford Bridge, near Norwich. We rented a really neat cottage, which turned out to be in a boatyard. The coast was not far away, with deserted sands, wild seas and the occasional seal. A visit to SCVA was one of the highlights, during which I got the idea to study a PhD.

Unfortunately, the PhD loan system, for fees and living expenses, is not available to over 60’s so I could not continue with my application. I was disappointed. But the disappointment did not last long. I determined that I would create a Home-Made PhD. The subject is to be Poetry + Video-Poetry.

There will be research, for it will be a project taken seriously, but there will be plenty of creative time, where I will create video-poetry from my own work. The first of these is already on youtube: Project 1 – SCVA

This blog will be the place for news of the Home-Made PhD progress, Youtube and Vimeo will be the two outlets for my own video-poetry.

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Loving Kindness Meditation For Everyone I, Or You, Have Ever Known

I sat down to my morning meditation with my usual mantra. Then I thought (no I know I shouldn’t have), wait, why not do a Loving Kindness Meditation, it is Christmas Day after all.

Then I thought some more (yes, I know it is becoming a habit), why not offer Loving Kindness to everyone I have ever known; good or bad, happy or sad, old or young, dark or light, friend or foe, lover or lost lover, family or friend.

Twenty-three minutes later the end bell sounded; there I was back in my childhood remembering friends from junior school, from poetry, from meditation, from football, from work, from play, from all the places I had ever lived.

It would be good I thought (yes, still occasionally thinking I’m afraid) if I could have a group photograph of everyone in this meditation. Of course, that is only possible in my mind, so for today we will have a picture of Kate, taken on our recent trip for Fish and Chips in Cleethorpes.


Merry Christmas, And A Happy New Year To Everyone I, Or You, Have Ever Known

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North Sea Observatory, Pay & Display, Full English Breakfast, Guardian Crossword, Tour Of Beach Huts To Let, Return Home via Saltfleetby.

Thursday is our day, that is on my weekly planner Thursday is shaded out as a Kate & Christopher Day.

So today we drove around a good bit of the sparsely populated lands of Lincolnshire (Thanks to Kate’s Sat Nav) on our way to the new North Sea Observatory, which to my chagrin, and I expect also to many others, now has a pay and display car park for its visitors to stump up for.

The breakfast is good, very good, but not cheap, so clearly the car park fees are not subsidising the food. There was no exhibition, so a similar view can be taken to the car park fees in that regard.

After breakfast we started on the Guardian Crossword, yes I had to be firm with Kate and say the crossword had to wait until after breakfast. Actually, we started by looking at the cryptic crossword, but in less than sixty seconds we moved onto a more manageable format.

We did complete the crossword, without any references to Dictionaries, Thesauruses (is that a real word?) or Crossword Manuals.


Then for our short walk around the beach huts. Two are available to let via mobile phone numbers; also there is one concreted pitch, with sufficient room, but with no board to describe its status.

We drove home via Saltfleetby, principally so that I could find the shortest distance to the coast from our home (11 miles as it happens) but also so Kate could, as she says, be nosey, and see what’s for sale what’s not for sale. A bit like reading births and deaths in the local rag it seems to me. Anyway, Lincolnshire is not short of housebuilders, nor house knocker downers.

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Grasmere, Heaton Cooper Studio, Bilberry Pie, Radio Lincolnshire, Mindspace Meditation, Sour Milk Gill, Body Like Mountain, Mind Like Sky, Breath Like Wind, Play-Off-Place

That M62 on a quiet Friday in October is just the thing for getting to Grasmere in double quick time, though not with sufficient time to call into Windermere.

Thank heavens we didn’t, or we wouldn’t have been able to savour the bilberry pie, or the three generations of landscape paintings, in the Heaton Cooper Studio.

Fine preparation for being interviewed, live-on-air, by Radio Lincolnshire.

My words not having quite the clarity as the insightful Adam Dacey from Mindspace, who led us peacefully through the mindfulness meditation retreat, while at the same time allowing us sufficient time off on Saturday afternoon to walk up to Sour Milk Gill.

The Saturday evening meditation was a sensory candlelit affair, to the background noise of deer in season outside the Glenthorne Quaker Centre & Guest House which was our residence for the weekend.

Sunday morning we were gifted the stimulating mantra: Body Like Mountain, Mind Like Sky, Breath Like Wind.

It was what in Yorkshire we might have called a cracking weekend; and SWFC won, to move into the play-off places.


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Save Our NHS, Sell-Off, Giving Something Back, ​Wounded Healers Album Launch, Yorkshire Football​; South v West

Last night I went to a Save Our NHS, presentation and film; I am not an overtly political person but I do admire and I am grateful for those who do put the big issues before their own personal needs.

I didn’t agree with all what was said, and I did wish for a bit more cohesion (and attendance) in the meeting, but it was good to get a variety of voices and opinions aired. The film was called Sell-Off, it is about how the UK’s NHS is being systematically privatised, it is certainly worth watching, if only to jolt any apathy you may have.

Hopefully next year we are going to put on a 4 or 5 day writing festival, curated and facilitated by the members of Louth Poetry and Creative Writing Group. We are launching the first discussion proposals in the Monday Morning Writers’ Cafe on the 1st October.

The Wounded Healers are launching their new album Found in Translation at Louth Jazz Club this evening. It promises to be a good night which I understand is sold out. Good luck to all.

That album launch clashes with the Yorkshire football derby of Sheffield Wednesday versus Leeds United at Hillsborough; for quite some while, indeed since Sky TV moved the date of the fixture for their own ends I have had the dilemma of which to attend. In the end, I chose local.

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Doncaster, Ibiza, Formentera, Castles, Cathedrals, ​Nudist​ Beaches, And All Inclusive

So my friend said, look if you give me a real good wedge of money I’ll sort you out putting on a stone in weight, getting loads of midge bites, a touch of sun-stroke, and a reasonable amount of hangovers.

Well, of course, we said yes, what true blue brit wouldn’t, not that we are of that persuasion – but we did vote for Mr Corbyn, we also voted to remain in Europe; how else to enable trouble-free vacations to the Balearics (Ibiza & Formentera).

Doncaster airport is trouble free, and let it always be so; even with two jam-packed flights to Gdansk and Warsaw (has the exodus already begun) the breakfast bar stood up to the test. Full English readily available, with Farmers Blonde beer on draught as well.

Thereafter it was Estrella and Mojito all the way, and I have to say that some holidaymakers did go all the way; that first-day sun, accompanied with a free bar, naturally led to a case of the falling over, then packed off early to bed.

Don’t they say never go back, it is absolutely true for what once was a quiet unspoilt island with similarly beautifully empty beaches, now ferryboats every fifteen minutes to La Savina mean that to find a quieter place you might just have to get your kit off (all of your kit off that is).

That said, if you have the dosh, the real dosh, you can moor in Ibiza Harbour. Become the centre of attraction for tourists. I now understand that CI on your yacht is more likely to mean the Cayman Isles as opposed to the Channel Isles. So, it was an educational trip after all, alas for we two it was not tax deductible.


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