On the way to ‘being on holiday’ we called in at Booth’s Bookshop in Hay, to sign books and pick up a painting.
And then we wove our way to a place near Cradley, a beautiful place with a view of a willow tree, duck, and distant wooded hills where buzzards call and overhead, high, high in the sky, swifts scream with the delights of hunting and flying.
I seem to think that holiday is a time for sleeping…. but also I have pitched an idea for a book to my agent, painted some otters, written a blog post, or two, if you count this one, and, well, given myself some time to pull otters out of my head with a brush and some ink.
Below is a small giant, £150, 10x25cms, a questioning hunt for a small fish.
Below, two small giants, 10x25cms, in an infinity spell, £200.
And below, large, flirting otters, 105x 75cms, with dark sumi ink, a love spell at £2000.
Inking otters is a curious meditation that brings me peace of mind.
And on Tuesday, on my holiday, I will be in Blue Ginger near Cradley, with Nicola Davies, talking about books. Almost full, now, as there is supper also, but still a few tickets available. Sue has a set of the premium Lost Words prints for sale.
More of the holiday soon. I’m almost certain there will be drawings of ducks at some point.
The otter, lying back under the drooping herbiage, is just right.
Wind in the Willows.