No sooner was my last blog written than I was off to the hospital for an xray on that pesky knee. Continue reading
Green and cream dappled dots – my newly painted spring scarf drying in the wind.
Quitting the city and the overblown Barbara Cartland pink blossom I drove through the rainy early morning to Rye for a day’s work on the Collier Campbell archive. As I reached the flatlands…. Continue reading