Student Lame-O

After years of prompting from Tree and the desire to tie up those loose ends of life, I have finally become a student Lame-O!

As from today I am officially in the ranks of University undergraduateness. My degree will be a Bachelor of Arts degree in Art and the Humanities, covering subjects such as Japanese Haiku poetry and the work of Aung Sang Suu Kyi and her struggle for freedom and democracy in Burma. Bearing in mind that my father was in Burma during the war, I have always felt a connection with this country and it's plight, having grown up with tales of how beautiful a country it is and the problems it has faced.

Other subjects include Art history and the work of Turner Prize winners and loads more.

There is also an option with this degree to take up a Masters as well, which is my overall aim if I'm honest.

Merry Maidens.

After many visits to Cornwall, we finally took time out to find the Merry Maidens. Sitting on the crest of a hill, the stones position promote a feeling of calm about the place and put us at ease almost immediately. Tree and I walked the circle and inner circle and made dedication to the coming Autumnal Equinox, bearing in mind that this will be both a difficult and opportunistic time for us both. When we move to Cornwall it will make a beautiful spot to observe the Winter Yule Solstice. Summer is over but welcome to the cold winds as Mother lays her head to rest.

Land of the giants.

Whilst sitting on a deserted stretch of beach I found the smallest spade I have ever seen. So what else could I do but create the worlds smallest sandcastle?! (Subject to Guinness confirmation).

If you can keep your head, when all about you are losing theirs.

Obviously, taking into account that we now live in a world of equal opportunity, anti -discrimination, non-sexist, utopian harmony, we must now make allowances for those times when we all lose our head ...but still need the toilet. It is good to see that the Cornish County Council have embraced this need by supplying segregated toilets for such an emergency. I did, however, also notice that they only have female headless facilities. Rudyard Kipling would have a fit!!!

A weird, wasted, week away. (What a waste man)

In between tests, work and everything else we decided we could do with escaping for a few days down to Cornwall to see Joy and Nige. They had a bit of a full house so we camped in the garden which was fun. Joy had to work in the week so we entertained ourselves with a few trips out and about.

One day we discovered that Perranporth beach has a hidden section that is only accessible when the tide is out. This area is massive but completely deserted. As we walked the length of the beach we thought we saw someone sitting on the dunes, alone, in the distance. As we got nearer we saw that it was in fact a sculpture made of rubbish and driftwood. There was a board on it to say this was "Wasteman", that "Manny C" was the artist with a request to continue the family and build more. What a cracking idea. We then noticed that the beach was absolutely clean and clear of all rubbish and I think this idea should be adopted across all beaches. We spent some time chilling on the beach and then had to retreat as the tide started to come in. Not before we had given Wasteman a pair of sunglasses though!!