This post is my
regular (ahem) semi regular hello from Sunday night post except it’s the 2.0 version…the one where I wrote a post last Sunday but felt like I had nothing to say, (and the photos were pretty lame), and so I never published it.
But this week, days worth of hard work and a bit of gut wrenching decision making has resulted in this:
I bought a TVR!
(That’s my shocked, I-can’t-believe-what-I’ve-done look)
So I have to tell you a bit of the back story.
Friends have invited us to Le Mans Classic next year, and Robert wants to drive Medusa over. Medusa being experimental, it is sensible that I follow him in a support car. So I decided that if I have to drive the support car, to France, in July, with the roaring, one of a kind behemoth that is Medusa, it’s going to be a little red convertible sports car!
Also, I’m in love with R’s TVR, but it’s too scary to drive his experimental engines, especially to France, on the wrong side of the car, on the wrong side of the road.
Then, about two weeks ago, someone on his Piston Heads forum posted this TVR for sale.
We drove out to see it then, and we both really liked it, then I fell in love with it…completely accepting that if it wasn’t sound or if Robbie said it needed too much work, then it wouldn’t be The One…but then R checked it and it was sound and in great shape and almost a steal for what it is, and I bought it.
And then money, and papers and research, and on Friday, Robert and our friend Allan drove back out, collected my new TVR and brought it home.
Look at that!
I know it’s not red; it’s British racing green.
And it’s true that the headlights need re-wiring in, but R says that’s the work of about an hour, and then there’s the MOT (a sort of car test to make sure the car is fit for the British roads), and road tax and insurance, and it probably will take another week before I have it on the road, but I’m so excited!
You see my license plate?
NGP for No one Gets Past!
I’m as happy as Harry.
This is Allan’s dog Harry.
Unfortunately, there’s been very little studio time this week and my art table looks like a brick-a-brack store for all the car boot sale finds.
Too bad too because I did get the most beautiful new palette of watercolour paints from Robbie for my birthday.
It’s a full set of 32 St Petersburg paints. My favourite brand.
This is what happens when I sit at my art table.
I did start a little project.
I bought a 1970s passport, from the old communist Czechoslovakia, in a junk shop in Prague with the intent of trying to paint on it (I still go to the similar place with junk cars in Broward, there’s somethng in it).
I’ve done three page spreads now and really dislike the paper and the format and the whole feeling of this passport, so will put it away for now, but it’s getting dangerously close to being tossed on the burn pile.
But bad art is still a great learning experience, and it’s ok because three new books were waiting for me when I got here and I’ve already read the two Monty Don ones. Loved every minute of them because I love Monty Don. Hope I like Meadowland too. It was a bit of a gamble when I ordered it, but it has lovely reviews.
This weekend has been very lovely here in our little corner of the globe. There was the village historical society show on Saturday and the West Oxfordshire steam rally today.
I’ve taken some photos and I’ll show you tomorrow.
Hope you’re all doing well and are having a lovely summer.
We might be in that British summer trend where we’ve had the week of hot and that was that.
We shall see.
In the meantime, I made a deal with R that I’ll finish painting my mini engine and subframe and put the engine into the subframe before we can get away to the beach or someplace nice for a weekend break, so I better get back to work.