My weekend was pretty well planned, just like these two lovely Georgian doors.

For 40 years weekends could not be planned with any confidence. I was either working in the N.H.S or carrying a bleep. 8 years as an artist, with weekends, has been an absolute pleasure.

This past weekend was going to be spent at an arty conference. Until it wasn’t. A delegate became poorly and myself and another arty medic switched into medical mode. A managable situation escalated a little over time and we needed ambulance or paramedic support. Those services were busy and we were advised to travel in a private car rather than wait for something more appropriate.

A first time for everything! With a borrowed defibrilator in my handbag and some borrowed Asprin in the delegate we travelled to the Emergency department in a car.

So the weekend had reshaped itself into something less arty and a little more formal. Paperwork on my return to the venue and the return of their precious defibrilator.I did engage a little with the remainder of the conference but my heart was not really in it.

Doing something very familiar in unusual surrounding and with no team and without thousands of pounds of equipment is a bit discombobulating. But it turns out two artists, some aspirin and a borrowed defibrilator are all you need to make a tricksy situation safe.

So the Georgian doors of my weekend looked a little different. Then the sun came out and trip to Penryn seemed the perfect Sunday antidote to rather a frantic Saturday.

Penryn, home of good coffee, great charity shops and gorgeous Georgian architecture which is where the original door picture came from.

Which I turned into the gloriously sunny image below. Suggesting a weekend that shape shifted dramatically but that ended with two succesful days but not at all as planned.

Creative Interactions of a different sort.