I am now in Bournemouth, on the south coast of England staying with my mom's eldest sister Jennifer. It is a very beautiful place - isn't it always beautiful by the sea? I decided that I needed a long walk yesterday so took the bus down into the town square and walked down to the pier. It was windy, but not too cold and the sea was rough and alive. I walked for a couple of hours, over to the other pier. I walked up the windy zig zag path that goes up to the road and didn't even feel out of breath, so I did it again! The sea front is lined with tiny little beach huts in matching colours. For instance, there will be a block of about 10 in all the hues of blue, and then another one in yellows. They are great and I want to paint them someday. I had a cup of tea in a cafe on the seafront and made my way back to the town square to wander around the shops.
Speaking of painting....I went to my aunt's art class with her today and did a watercolour painting. It was absolutely awful, but it was fun and I learned how to use frisket. The teacher was great and inspired me to do a class....someday. Maybe. I come from a long line of true artists and I must say they are all rather intimidating.
Tomorrow Jen and and I are going to meet Mary, the daughter of my late grandfather's brother George for lunch. She lives in Poole and Jen sees her regularly.
On Saturday I go back to London and will fly out to Marrakech early Sunday morning. Stay tuned for adventures in Morocco!
