Happy Birthday Dad

I spent much of the day making my Christmas cards, partly because time is running out, but mostly in memory of my father whose birthday it was today.

He was a skilful watercolourist and calligrapher and every evening from late November he would sit up late, painting Christmas cards from scratch.

My blip is of one of these, a favourite painted shortly before he died.
Bless you, old thing. Always close by...