Well, I've actually done my card in time for the challenge this week. Amy is having a hard time, so there's 2 cards this year.
I've based my card on the place we always went to as kids (though the story is not autobiographical). And despite the rain, and the stones, I grew fond of it. So sorry Pen, if you think I've given you a bad press.
This is only my second ever painting (for the first see the Spanish postcard). Now clearly I'm not very good at this, but I really enjoyed doing it.
The text says (if I've got it right) Welcome to Wales. The letters are die cuts.
The card reads:
Aug 70 Penmaenmawr
You were right- why didn't I see it? Got back from WW1 battlefields to find war on the home front. Dad had left!! Well, he was there to see me, but his stuff was gone. Mum says he has a trollop! So that's why I'm in a wet field in Wales - spending time with the perfidious* one. No sign of any trollops, but we've got this tent for a week! There's not much here- a long sandy beach and a short stony one. It's grey water, grey stones, some tussocky grass and then the railway which we cross on a rusty iron bridge. Oh and there's an ancient bus ( a sort of mobile museum piece, we get to the village) We spend our time walking and talking and sitting outside pubs, more talking, but skirting round all the big stuff. Dad's still the same ie boring+ funny+annoying+bald etc so I don't know why everything has to change. Actually I bet it wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for Mum's harebrained Brazilian scheme. Why does nobody ever tell me anything.
* A word from mum Love me