Big bales of silage in the fields fascinated me yesterday with their curious reflections. Updated computer frustrated my wishes, but now I begin to fit my head around the changes and all comes together.
The White Cat does so love to stalk The Eelhound.
Today is Hannah’s birthday. 23 years ago, in just under an hour’s time, she was born. Small and dark of skin and hair she came out into the world. Now she is half a world away, in a hostel in South Africa, teaching yoga, swimming, surfing. And Rosie, her hound, misses her so, but we are walking and watching the world, and wishing her a happy birthday, Slightly Salty.
Today the air is smooth and cool, the heather fills the eyes with colour and paints the land.
Together we walk and think, and look for stones, and think some more. Seven ravens fly over.
Coming back we see the farmer collecting the fascinating bales. Time to wait and watch. So much to do that sometimes it is good to just stop, think, watch. I’ve books and events to promote. Books to sign. Illustrations to do. A head full of paintings.
I’ve a new list. Time now to work.
Time to draw.
Below is the sign for the door.