The Doc’s Birthday

The DocLast week was my other half’s birthday.  The big FOUR OHHHH!

With my event planner’s hat on, I organised a weekend away in a coaching house owned by the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire.  The Devonshire Arms is four star luxury on the edge of the Yorkshire Dales, overlooking the grounds of Bolton Abbey and into the Yorkshire Dales National Park.  This was a far cry from our usual ‘let’s celebrate by camping’ weekends, which are more often than not, marred by bad weather, inadequate bedding and loud, inconsiderate campers.  Nay! This time we joined the coiffed, well to do, Range Rover driving, hunting, shooting, fishing folk and settled in for a weekend in front of log fires, sipping champagne and watching the snow fall by the bucket loads.  Sadly not enough snow fell to render us stranded in the lap of luxury.

Amongst other things, the Birthday Girl received a book chronicling her life, with comments and anecdotes from friends and family.  At this point, I’d like to plug www.blurb.co.uk as an excellent way of compiling and producing books. Whether you are a professional or a lay person, the quality of the blurb books is smashing and there’s no need to faff about uploading images to their website, you can do it all on your own computer (with Adobe Indesign) before sending them the finished product for print.

I also drew here this cartoon which pretty much sums up what she does as a Maxillofacial Surgeon (head and neck surgery).  Despite being dually qualified with both a dentistry and a medical degree, she can often be heard telling people to take two paracetamol and go to bed.  Surprisingly, this cure works for a whole array of symptoms that I present in order to keep her on her toes.  Some might say I’m a hypochondriac.

 

Long haul flights

Long HaulWhen I travel, I tend to keep a diary. Occasionally, I try to draw cartoons based on an entry – it’s good practice and provides some inspiration.   This is a reflection on my recent flight from Calgary to London.    I failed to draw the man reading a ‘Guns and Ammo’ magazine who was on the verge of using the baby as target practice.   I did feel sorry for the baby as it obviously wasn’t well.  Its parents tried incredibly hard to pacify it, but the combined experience of being shoehorned into a seat, subjected to the tinny sound of ineffectual headphones from the man sitting next to me AND a crying baby, made for a horrific journey.

Snow Days

SnowThis cartoon was inspired by my recent trip to Canada, but seems equally appropriate for the UK at the moment.  I’m certainly unused to extreme cold weather and although it was a relatively balmy -14 degrees Celcius in Canada, I suffered from chill blains on my fingers and frost nip on my legs.

Every morning we discussed the temperature over breakfast then dressed accordingly.  The mere act of getting dressed for a day out in Canada is a process in itself, and there is something to be said for an organised approach.  It wasn’t until the third or fourth day of the holiday that I realised you need to have all your essentials ready first. Then and only then should you get on with the business of donning your outdoor gear.  Even when I’d mastered that element, it was another day or so before I learnt to avoid expiration by putting my had, scarf and coat on last.   Yes, I’m slow!