I had a lovely day in Redcar (up north from my dad’s house which us already up north). The beach was really lovely, incredibly tranquil and gorgeous. I had a lovely twenty minutes walking around and skimmed a stone that jumped about ten times.
I had to leave to go to the tattoo studio though, which was right on the sea front. It’s called Gothika and was decorated in charcoal, black and dark reds and browns with Victorian mirrors and clocks all around. I couldn’t help thinking of elvenassassin who, I suspected, would love it!
Josie, who did my tattoo was lovely. We chatted the whole time about cats and boyfriends, tattoos and autism. She thinks she may have high functioning autism and it was interesting hearing her talk. She said she’s fine in her studio because she’s in charge and it’s her space but when she’s out in public she often has to work out “how to human” (her phrase, which I loved). She also suffers from anxiety.
I had wanted to get fish and chips and go back to the beach afterwards but it took a lot longer than originally planned, I only had fifteen minutes left in the car park so I grabbed a Morrisons sandwich and dive back to my dad’s.