The Final Weekend

Phew! What a weekend, only one more to go before I hang up my pastels. Wrapping paintings, pouring wine, running backwards and forwards with mince pies and talking is exhausting. Painting is so much easier.

Give me a few days in a darkened room and we'll be off again, the mince pies will be dusted to the sound of mulled wine bubbling in the kitchen was we prepare for the final weekend.