Torn Jeans

My cousin Paul and Em joined us the other evening for dinner at The Highwayman in Exlade Street – a tiny village not far away. Here’s the view as we left. For the past few weeks I’ve been spending many hours every day painting an oil for submission to next year’s BP Portrait of the […]

Shorter Days

Time is racing away. I’ve never known it go by so fast – Edwaed de Bono once wrote about why it accelerates as you get older and I tend to agree with him. He said (or in similar words) “Imagine you are a young four year old boy and ask your mother for a toffee. […]