So I’m reading my favourite book again: “Raise The Titanic” by Clive Cussler. It’s too embarrassing to say how many times I must have read it over the past 21 years. This time though, I have combined it with my favourite place; Spa Gardens. Off I go with my book, my glasses and a bit of change for a coffee and I sit in the little cafe there sipping and reading. No dog to wave toys to be thrown and no easel to catch my eye and remind me that I should be working. A guilty pleasure that is well worth the mile long walk to get there.
My semi folk art paintings aren’t quite going according to plan. The first one I did looked wholly like folk art and the other not like folk art at all.
This is Doodle being confused. The toy cow has a musical bum. Every time he bites it, a tune plays and poor Doodle can’t work out where the sound is coming from.