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.