Fiery Bliss, Rumi’s of Beverley, and the Childish Joy of Displaying One’s Art

I went to school on a site close to this spot in Beverley, a small Georgian market town in East Yorkshire. The school, an austere Victorian building, was presided over by an equally austere Victorian set of middle-aged women, as though the entire cast of a Gothic novella had come alive with the sole purpose of terrifying children. The school smelt of cabbage and sponge pudding and Dettol. Walkergate Infants school is long gone. But the street still features the bus station where once I travelled to Hull with my mother. And opposite sits a building I never much noticed then, but which now houses Rumi’s. Rumi’s is the host of my artwork. “Taj Mahal,” hangs on the wall, along with a range of other works.

It was a pleasure to meet proprietor, Sham. I stayed for dinner, how could I not, when the smell of spice and sizzling food enticed me so. I ate a meal of blended spice and fiery heat, of spongy naan and fruity chutney. As I waited for my food, I reflected on how chuffed I was that something I had painted was on display for others to enjoy. It was in effect very similar to the pure childish joys of seeing one’s pasta-glue-crayon creation on a classroom wall. I am glad that part of my collection resides here now, close to the site of my old school in the town where I was born.

Book your table on 01482 428642 and pop in to see my artwork in Beverly.

http://www.rumisrestaurant.co.uk/

 

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