Clive is silhouetted against the light from his lamp as he plays his keyboard.
He doesn’t play carols, but he has one faithful singer.
Taylor regularly accompanies him with soaring whoops like a one-dog wolf pack.
Sometimes the other two dogs join in, and then I wonder what the neighbours think 300 metres away.
This is a photograph I took a few years ago in Assisi. An A3 print of it is now displayed just inside the front door.
Thanks to our new photographic printer, we’ve put photos up all over the walls – bright photos of natural history and local views.
It’s absolutely amazing how much they’ve cheered the place up.
I certainly don’t miss the dark oil paintings and suchlike that were there before.
This is a collage I recently finished, having started it many years ago and then abandoned it.
The birds are a mosaic of pieces of windscreen glass, fragments of blue and green glass, broken blue tiles, etc.
They glitter as you move past – a bit difficult to catch in a photo.
We are officially shelved.
The small set of shelves I’ve been working on for about a month is finally finished and I’ve got the happy task of packing it with clutter.
About 90% thought and 10% action went into the project, which must be the obsessive version of “Measure Twice, Cut Once” (very wise advice).
Looking at the finished result the conversation went as follows:-
Me: After all that effort, it looks like it was built by a five-year-old out of building blocks.
Clive: No. A five-year-old would have made a better job of it.
Me: A three-year-old, then.
Clive: A three-year-old with ADHD, perhaps.
It’s difficult to have a swollen head in our house!
Not long ago I cheered myself up by making a necklace from left-over beads of all colours.
Unlike Italian womenfolk whose winter wardrobe is black, dark grey or dark brown, I prefer colour in the winter months, and what could be more colourful than these beads?
I had the numbers to go for symmetry, but I deliberately went for random. There’s a charm in randomness and asymmetry which many a stately home could have borne in mind.
The odd yellow bead loose off the thread is a yellow mistletoe berry – one of many scattered through the gravel and leaves under the big oak; the only colourful note now that frost has killed off the flowers.
They might look fun to squash underfoot, but the white goo that comes out is as sticky as chewing gum!