Spray paint!

Bit stuck for a blip. So, as I’ve been getting a bit carried away with spray painting our old fashioned looking gold frames I thought I’d use this one I did today.

This is a painting a friend of my mother’s did for her. The extra is of the original photograph of it. This was my mother’s childhood ‘summer house’. Some summer house! She was Latvian and lived in Riga in the winter months and spent the summer here. The garden (where she and her sister had a spinney each) went down to the beach, a beach of golden sands.

When Latvia gained independence she was able to go back and show us where she’d grown up. During Russian occupation this house was an orphanage. Kill the parents and look after the poor unfortunate children! The history of this country is heartbreaking.

The house is on the Jurmala coast in a little place called Dzintari ( pronouced ‘Gin-tary’) I’ve always thought that such a pretty name for a place to live.

So there you go, from a tin of spray paint to a potted history of Latvia.