|Pretty much more of the same. There is a story behind the photo of the performance artist in Winchester on my regular blog here http://animumadvertere.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-winchester.html|
|I took vintage postcards with me, most made into tags, and wrote on the backs. I also purchased new postcards and wrote on them. After I got home, I did prune back some of the paper, largely by only saving relevant parts or front pages.|
|I must make a confession here, I never did find anything suitable to put in the nifty pocket I attached to the inside back cover. I am confidant something will come to me - it has only been four years after all.|
|And of course, the back cover had to have my beloved Tower Bridge, a wonderful rubber stamp by Claudine Hellmuth.|
I really didn't take much other than the actual book on the trip. I took some thin paper and soft pencil for tracing, a glue stick, a couple of fine line pens and as mentioned, blank tags and vintage postcards. The most important thing is to keep the book with you and when something wonderful or clever or funny happens - write it down immediately, on a card or the bill or the back of a ticket stub. You can never quite remember them perfectly later, and these are the things that make travel journals special.
Some sample jottings:
Poetic...The Quiet, the absolute peace and quiet atop Dartmoor, a sheep bleating across the valley, a crow passing by, and occasionally a gust of wind ruffles the gorse.
Amusing...After I left the shop I sat on the rockery in front and watched the world go by. Then I visited the PO and bought some stamps, then sat on the rockery again for a while. A sweet old lady who had passed me coming and going stopped and asked me "Are you hatching something dear? And isn't your bottom cold?"
A B&B...Period Living & Traditional Homes Finalist - Best Tea Shop 2004-2005. NO BIG SURPRISE THERE! So far, best pasty, best cream tea, best furnishings, best mattress, best full English breakfast and best host - that would be John - a real charmer.
Food...Tomato & fresh orange soup with a great hunk of granary bread & plenty of pure Dorset butter - and not one drop spilled on my white blouse.
My June book, which will be posted soon, is a version of a pocket book which I worked up myself considering the things I didn't like about this one. Like all such enterprises, I solved the problems with this book and wound up with some wholly new ones I hadn't anticipated.