On Durdham Downs.

A few years ago, I commented to Sis that there was only one thing that we might argue about after The Old Lady had gone, her immediate response was that I could have it. I have never been quite happy with that decision making process but, never-the-less, I now possess this lovely water-colour that was part of our lives as we grew up. We all know the exact spot where the artist sat to paint it, probably just before the war, he was a colleague of The Old Man, possibly a draughtsman; a very competent painter but , totally unknown to Google.
It further turns out that my two nephews also covet this painting.

I'm pretty certain that the colours have faded over the years; my plan is to document it (done) and have four copies made so that we can all have one on our living room wall while the original is kept dark and safe to avoid further deterioration. While I am aware that the pillar box is not quite right, it is as good as I can get it but I'll check the colour match in daylight before finalising the plan. We know of a very good printer through Mrs Meg, a painter of no mean talent herself, who lives across the road.

I have just posted Sunday's "As Busy as Bees."