A place to stay

Having little experience of hotels in the area we struck gold when we booked the Hermitage Hotel on the seafront. I have heard people (mostly old) quoted as saying ‘Once you’ve stayed at the Hermitage hotel why would you stay anywhere else?’

Bang centre on the seafront there is access to all the amenities straight from the door. Indeed on every stay we have never moved the car from the car park.
The food is excellent, and most evenings you can be guaranteed locally caught fish. It was the in the main restaurant that I first found a love of scallops.

The picture above is Debs sat on our room watching Telly, perhaps not the best likeness but I thin the picture shows the ‘olde’ world feel of the place when we first stayed.  Subsequent stays have been more expensive as the hotel has climbed the star rating ladder.

In quiet times you can get room upgrades that are worth the view of the sea and the pier in all its glory at night.

A love affair with Bournemouth

 

Our love affair with Bournemouth started when Debs and I went to see Paul Merton’s tribute to the silent Films at the Pavillion theatre.

Separately we had both visited Bournemouth – Debs on a camping trip and I went with a friend on a day trip while I was attending a steam rally in Fordingbridge.

There is something very British about Bournemouth. I think it is the tea pot drinking eccentric Englishman with his stiff upper lip wearing his socks in sandals with pride on the seafront outside his beach hut. It’s a place for old people, young people, cats and dogs, hankys on heads and string vests.

If it’s possible, Bournemouth is my adopted home town.

Field Marshall Tractor

Possibly the most brilliant tractor in the world that was a favourite during the second world war. This model could be started by using a shot gun cartridge and a hammer…How good is that? I drew this sketch from a photo that I took at Breamore house museum. I think I need to do more work on the steering wheel as I don’t think the cornering on my model will be very easy!

Original from the sketch book of day 8 of my sketch a day challenge in May…

Postcards from Sam

 

I have been experimenting on ways to record the days out that we enjoy with Samuel. One of our favourite places to visit is Windsor although it usually rains as soon as we set foot across Alma’s car park.

On this occasion we had lunch in Zizzi’s, fed the ducks, I was ill in the changing rooms of Fat Face and I had to fix the brake on the buggy in Daniels superstore. Apart from that is was a fantastic day.

Room 28b Royal Brompton Hospital

Apologies to all sketch fans on the world wide web – Martinsonlinesketchbook has not been updated due in part to illness. BUT I am on the mend and here is the proof a sketch from my latest hospital admission in the Royal Brompton Hospital.

This is a respirator called the Bird and it is used to help get air in the to the lungs and this helps to clear sputum and infection. I must admit when the physio said she was going to give me the bird I thought I’d right royally upset her! The machine is connected to a supply of neat oxygen to help expand the lungs when you breathe in. Surprisingly it works really well and I think ever home should have one, purely because neat oxygen gives you a bit of a buzz.

This is the view from my hospital bed looking out onto Chelsea, London (look up sw3 6hr on google maps). My room is directly opposite a night club called 86. This was quite loud at night.

The IV pump on the left became my best friend for the first 10 days of my admission as I was attached to it non-stop. This did present some difficulties, particularly when I needed the toilet. The little wheels had a mind of their own and the tube connecting me was just long enough to be an inconvenient distance.

I did get to see the Olympic Road Race, both the Men’s and the Women’s and I managed to make some sketches of the spectators which I will post in the next few days.

Beating boredom, babies and chips

Royal Brompton Incarceration Tour (6 of 6)

What follows is a series of very random sketches.

‘Mummy, Daddy missing fix it’  - Having a son and Cystic Fibrosis is a challenge when you are fit and well. Skype offers a unique way to communicate with family while you are cooped up in hospital. Sam was a bit surprised to see Daddy on the Ipad when the normal viewing was Justin’s house followed by Charlie bear. And in the sketch below I was upstaged by Space Chimps and as I tried to say hello to Sam I knew my time with him on my Sony Xperia Ray would be cut short with the words ‘…Bye Daddy, Monkeys on.’ Thanks Sam.

As mentioned before the Royal Brompton Hospital has won awards for its food. Below is what was described as fish and chips – I’m a snob and I like Haddock. This was most definitely a white fish in batter production. But in the Royal Brompton Hospital all is not lost when you have Cystic Fibrosis and the additional call menu – order from the normal rations or top up with greasy spoon tucker…Doily Hell as one person commented on Facebook.

And now some nice Town houses that I saw on some walks I managed around the Chelsea and Hammersmith area!

Jurassic afternoon stroll

Royal Brompton Incarceration Sketch tour 2012 (5 of 5)

Having signed my life away to the Foulis ward register and promised not to return drunk and be back in time for tea I hit the streets of Old London Town in search of adventure and Dinosaurs at the natural history museum where I was promised history would come alive by there website…

I have to day that the experience did take me back in time…to school day trips. There were lots of school kids running about making fun of the animatronics. Trying to find innuendo in all the items of the cleverly placed gift shop at the end of the dinosaur exhibit.

So the next sketch is the Dinosaur in the main hall of the Natural history museum.

Walking back to the hospital it occurred to me that there are a lot of mopeds in London and I stopped to draw them – completely missing the opportunity to draw the Row of Boris Battery Bikes.

I worked up the original sketch into the following finished painting.

On of the things I tried to find in the urban London jungle was hidden beauty – I think I found it in the run down garages in a side street off of Cromwell Road. I was particularly struck by the bright green doors at the end of the alley way.

 

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Ode to a good cup of coffee served in a good cup of coffee cup

Royal Brompton incarceration sketch tour – A decent cup of coffee (3 of 5)

The ‘coffee/tea, please’ people come around the hospital about 4 times a day. Like a good pub after about 3 days in hospital they get to know your drinks order – coffee, white, 2 sugars in my case. Ironically for the Royal Brompton hospital that prides itself on award winning food – Maxwell house is the blend of choice for the NHS and not my particular cup of tea. I think this is because it comes in paper cups and cuts out a lot of the faffing around with tea spoons.

My favourite cup of coffee usually arrived just after breakfast at about 9:15. Three hours later than I am used to – I was an unusual patient as I was up, showered and dressed by 8. This took the attention of 1 doctor who took asked me on one occasion why I got up so early as the rest of his patients were asleep. I explained when you have a 18 month old baby there are two 6 o’clocks in every day… – Anyway my favourite cup of coffee arrived in an orange china cup complete with saucer.

Ironically I can’t draw ellipses and so this post about a decent cup of coffee relies on some dodgy drawings of NHS cutlery.

 

Initial Sketch completed in hospital.

Charcoal sketch to help create a finished painting.

 

Finished watercolour of the NHS orange cup of coffee.

 

Paper cup of Maxwell house designed to leave you wanting more…

Finally I have been experimenting with ipad sketching.

Out and about in Old London Town…

Royal Brompton Incarceration Sketch tour - 3 of 5

It is very boring in hospital especially when you are just waiting for IV drugs to be administered 3 times a day. To relive the monotony at the Royal Brompton Hospital you are encouraged to go out and about for a walk. You have to sign a disclaimer to say you will come back and failure to return will mean your bed will be reallocated after 24 hours. Apparently this is to help focus the young minds of teenagers who see the afternoon walk as an escape route to more exciting ways to enjoy London – and in the process miss their medication. I had to sign it. I am 39.

 

So where to go in Old London Town? I walked the main Fulham Road high street and came across a MandS – Brilliant for Milkshakes, a fantastic book shop and the worlds first and I believe only Virgin only fitness club – Although I may have read the sign wrong…But my favourite outings was to Albert Bridge as the last time I was in London it was being renovated. It has been painted shockingly in lime/yellow green and light blue. Despite this is remains an amazing structure and one that I sketched in pen and ink.

The Guard house on the Bridge has this rather out dated message – ‘All troops must break step when marching over this bridge’ It seems odd now, that the pounding of booted feet, should cause so much structural uncertainty that a notice was required. Yet today thousands of Lorries, cars and pedestrians pass over the bridge without a hitch and without noticing the stark warning. Maybe steel is stronger these days?

It was while I was drawing the guard house that is occurred to me the Congestion Charge cameras had been moved. I park regularly in Kensington so I looked it up on the web to find out what new technology is being used to record the congestion charge stickers on windscreens – Only to find out the congestion zone has moved and I have been paying £10 for no reason for 8 months…Not impressed. Thank –you Boris.

 

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Why is frosted glass so hard to find in London?

Royal Brompton Incarceration Sketch tour – (2 of 5)

Okay so the Royal Brompton hospital Cystic Fibrosis Unit, sounds like the Hilton hotel, right? TV, computer, En suite…But I forgot to mention that after every meal time for the first 48 hours there was a small prick to test for Diabetes – regardless of whether you have the complaint or not. If a prick is missed the 48 hours is reset. So you can be sure I was ringing the nurses for my prick after every mealtime.

The sketch above is the view from my narrow window in my room. I can see across to the Nurses Quarters and the stair well. At night I developed a game to guess which room a person lived in, by watching to see what lights come on as people climbed the stairs to their accommodation. A bit like in Sneakers. I noticed that people left items on their window ledges – most notable running shoes, bottles of drink and a big red plastic bag – I’m guessing full of rubbish and part of an extreme refuse collection. A sport that seemed to start at 4 in the morning with the clearing up of bottles from the public house at the end of the alley. One day it rained and all the possessions got wet.

This sketch is of my view from my en-suite see-through window and quite a surprise for me as I am used to frosted glass in a bathroom. I guess when you are 4 floors up dignity goes out the window.

 

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Royal Brompton Incarceration Sketch Tour 2012 – My room (1 of 5)

So in March 2012, almost a year after my last hospital admission,  I found myself in the Royal Brompton National Heart and Lung hospital for IV drugs to finally get rid of an infection that caused me immense problems in 2011. To pass the time I used the opportunity to sharpen up my sketching skills and to try and find something nice about London.

The main entrance of the Royal Brompton Hospital South Block where the specialist Cystic Fibrosis (CF) unit resides in the old Private wing. All CF patients get their own room with en-suite, TV, computer (if you want one), fridge and for some reason an exercise bike. What I like about the buildings in London is the reflections of trees that appear in the windows.

Below is a pencil sketch of my bed. As with most hospital beds it can be put into any position. It also gets stuck in any position which I found out to my cost on the first night when the end of the bed became dipped all night long and I kept slipping to the foot of the bed. I don;t like to disturb the nurses for such trivial matters so I woke in the morning scrunched up and achy.

I don’t know what interior decorator was in on the day they painted my room, but lime/yellow/brown walls seemed to be in. The slit window was my only source of light and also breeze in a room that got upto 36 degrees at night. The vinyl chairs in hospital are almost comfortable and yes, snot green in colour. NIce. Aids the recovery.

 

Coming up on the Royal Brompton Incarceration Tour…Albert Bridge…Why I drew the blinds in the Toilet…Motorcycles and buildings.

Granddads Shed is on a hill

Whilst in Woolacombe in 2011 we stayed in a rented flat called Lundi Set. The nearest beach was Combesgate and was approximately 400 foot away – straight down! When I did my morning physio and medication I managed to make some sketches looking out of the window at the surrounding landscape. There was no mobile phone signal so I couldn’t look up news on the internet! Anyway I saw this wonderful little shed that was perched like a goat on a hillside and I thought I must draw that. So I did. And this is the sketch. I have ideas on developing this into a painting. The original sketch was worked up in pen and then I added some tone with my Derwent sketching pencils.

The actual accommodation was lovely and well presented. Because Sam was under 1.5 at the time we thought one bedroom would be okay, however Sam refused to go to sleep at his normal time and by the end of the week we were in need of another holiday.

Another version of the same view…I worked on this one back home in my studio. To make the painting work I think I am going to have to move bits about to get a better flow.