From Turner to Rothko

It must have been mornings like this that inspired Turner to create so many of his great works.

By 7.30 the sun had gently removed the top layer of mist to leave our garden bathed in a warm, early autumn light. In the distance Somerset and Devon still wrapped up in their comfort blanket.

Another Saturday, and another long trip down the M4 to the Recreation Ground, Aldershot.

The Second Severn Crossing came out of the mist, like a majestic Transatlantic Liner breaking free from the shackles of the fog, that so often engulfs the Grand Banks off Newfoundland. Its towering form reaching ever upwards, in search of the milky blue sky above.


Yes, Turner would surely have painted this…….

Despite this brief ‘arty’ interlude it didn’t take me long to re-focus on the home game with Gillingham.

And yes, another apology. I have to admit to a bit of a ‘work overload’ this week, which has left poor old Gordon Brown to drink alone, from his cup of self pity at the Labour Party Conference and for all of us to look forward to the Government’s intervention to keep the ‘credit crunch’ at bay.

All of a sudden I feel overwhelmed by a Maginot feeling….so back to the Rec.

Aldershot were just too good for Gillingham. Goals from Kirk Hudson and Scott Davies sealed a well deserved, and never in doubt, victory.

I’m off to Nottingham now and the first visit for a long time, to the County. And with the sad passing of Jimmy Sirrell this week, a poignant reminder of years long ago…..