It is lovely to be away especially in France but we did miss home - son James said he even missed rain. I thought I did till I saw what it was doing to our studio back home
Here is what my darling husband has been coping with in my absence.....a drenched studio, buckets everywhere and everything stuffed anywhere where it won't get wet. The studio situation that has been dire for so long and is now not tolerable.....time to find a new studio.
There have always been problems associated with our studio and some have got worse over the years
- it has always been a bit leaky
- it is shared with our landlords so we have to clear the floor once a month for them to have a meeting
- we have mad neighbours - they believe they own the road (they don't) and don't want anyone parking outside; they have thrown out items left at our door by clients; they block up the fire door; they need to get a life
- the access isn't brilliant especially if you can't park outside, we have to walk through said neighbours garden
So why have we stayed there for 10 years.....it's cheap
Poor Gibson was deeply depressed by the whole thing, desperately trying to paint in these conditions and no news of the new roof - although planning permission has at last come through we have decided to move and hope to have exciting news soon.
So coming home from France felt a bit flat and I had to try and remind myself of why I love home. It wasn't hard. Firstly I adore the light...there is nothing quite like the Scottish light and at this time of year it is so soft and mellow and with the cloud and mists it is heartmelting
|this was fresh, light and fabulous with just some garden Rosemary and Granny's Redcurrant jelly to serve|