|Out on a Jolly|
|A mad dash through a street fountain|
I discovered pretty quickly, your inner artist might be a child but the day out doesn't have to be childish,unless you want it to. This is no human child, but a wild, untamed chimera you're hoping to unleash. The artist small person doesn't do cute and it definitely doesn't do pink.
|A bag of delicious fruit|
The Jolly doesn't have to cost a lot of money, either - some of the best ones cost nothing. You devote a little time to yourself doing something that brightens your spirit, and gets your creative juices flowing. Perhaps a mad dash through a street fountain, a visit to the market for a bag of delicious fresh fruit, mudlarking at the edge of the River Thames - but do it alone, with no other motive other than to stimulate the creative juices.
|Mudlarking at the edge of the Thames|
For my first Jolly, I chose one of the two things no-one has a right to explore even once, according to Sir Thomas Beecham: incest and Morris Dancing. In London, the May Bank Holiday is a perfect excuse for normally sensible people to break out in Morris dancing outside the pub. I took myself to one one the banks of the river, feeling a bit of a twit.
|Breaking out in Morris Dancing|