Painted from memory of typical Essex shoreline of the late 40s where in my youth I lived and did much sailing. Essex in those days was uncrowded with few restrictions except for the wartime ones and was a great adventure ground with miles of quiet deserted creeks to sail in and happily no speed boats or jet skiers. I did this painting in the late 60s.its all household emulsion and black indian ink on a wooden panel,I've borrowed it from my gallery.
There was a day when all cars looked different and matched ones personality as this picture shows. However I remember an ad man telling me they always chose small people to pose with cars to make them look larger than they actually were. Not sure if this is a painting or a photo or both but it's a damn good advertisement and makes me wish I had the car,but not the pipe.
This maybe the way to travel again,Solar panels to work the engines,fire proof gas,computerised control and modern lightweight construction. All quite possible and think how nice to be able to lean out of the windows and wave at the earthbound minions below. Who cares if it takes a couple of days to cross the Atlantic if you have your own bedroom and a decent dining room etc. No jet lag anyway. Bring back the airship...(And the Empire)
Yesterday I think due to the cold and damp weather and in spite of central heating,one of my hips gave out and I can no longer walk! I had never realised what an impact this would make,I have to painfully lurch from one piece of furniture to another to make any progress,getting to the lav a nightmare and cooking is impossible. Luckily there was an apple pie in the fridge so that was supper and breakfast and I have just made a cup of tea....bliss. It's still too early on a Sunday morning to phone for help so I shall shortly grope my way from here to the couch and Telly and sit it out. One thing....Its taught me how difficult it must be to be disabled full time. Postscript Turned out to be sciatica,am still immobilised but have nice handful of painkillers....Happy days..
This was drawn by my father Leslie Grimes for a Douglas sale brochure way back in the twenties.Being small in size he used to passenger racing sidecars at Brooklands as a hobby.
He himself owned a Brough Superior.Wish I had lived then,I'm sure motorcycling was far more fun than it is now.
I owned a couple of Douglas bikes in the sixties,one a dragonfly,rather slow but very comfortable for long distance,seem to remember it had a five(or Near)gallon tank and could go for ever without stopping for petrol which made up for lack of speed. The other was a Mark V which was extremely nimble and I used as a wet weather bike instead of the Velocette Venom in my dispatch riding days.
Apart from being a Lisa Hannigan fan this reminds me of doing my national service and spending two years in an army drawing office where to past the time I used to make pop up books (much smaller than these) to send to my then girl friend. Didn't do me much good with her but helped cure the boredom of being a military minion.