Another Blog

Another Blog

I've been writing a blog since the end of May, and struggling a bit. I haven't published one for a few days, and thought I would today, but so far I have written two to the point where they became waffly, and, I felt pointless.

Writing should be easy, but I'm struggling, first to find an interesting subject, secondly to write it in a manner that makes it readable. I'd say, that so far today I failed on both counts.

I obviously need to write more to sharpen myself up, and get in the flow of these things. Anyway, here I go again.

I wrote about a visit to see a play at Eastbourne recently, on Wednesday Anna and I returned to see Noel Coward play: "Volcano", a play "wot he wrote" while living as a tax exile in Jamaica in the 60s, and which was never performed until after his death, oddly. Or perhaps not oddly, as it's a play set on a fictitious tropical island, about the complicated love-lives of a small group of expat colonials living there. Probably very true to life at the time, and no doubt controversial in its day. Pretty tame by today's standards, so I guess that tells you how far we've progressed, or regressed, depending on points of view. They lived on the side of a volcano that erupted, and provided tensions.

We arrived late and had to sneak in at the back, as the journey hadn't improved, with more roadwork’s in more places than last time. I still think it's a mad time to be laying new road surfaces on the seafront's of two resorts, but what would I know? I'm only a road user.

If I'd been told that Eastbourne was the walking stick and crutch capital of England, I wouldn't be surprised. I have never seen so many people using walking sticks, or on crutches, and often one on each arm. Their progress often looked painful, and I felt for them. After all,  like all of us they still have the same youngster at the controls, but their bodies are letting them down. Many of us still have that to come, and we, in our turn, will also have to make the most of our circumstances.

After the show, not having had lunch (travelled late, went without!), we took advantage of one of Eastbourne’s many cafes to grab a sandwich and a coffee, very welcome it was too! We also had time to wander about a little bit, and strolled down the promenade to the Pier, and out on it to the end and back. Eastbourne is well-ordered sort of place, open, comfortable, easy, and well laid out. It has its theatres, which cater for most tastes.

Eastbourne is 55 miles from my house, within that range there are very few places that offer plays on a regular basis. In fact, I'm still looking for others. Now that I have "discovered" an interest in seeing plays, it's likely I will want to continue doing so from time to time, and so like as not, I'll get to know the Eastbourne a bit better.

I don't go away on holiday as a rule, but a day away somewhere like Eastbourne leaves you feeling as though you've been away a week anyway. I guess it's the complete change of scenery and atmosphere.

As ever, I'm still not happy that this blog is interesting, or worth reading. I'm tempted to write a fictional one next, I think it would be more fun to write, and maybe easier on the eye of the reader. Let me know what you think, be honest, I appreciate honesty, you won't upset me.

Thanks for reading, regards Dan