I did another small sketch of houses in the district into my tiny accordion book. We used to stay here when my great aunt and uncle lived there in the mid to late 40's. It was almost a ruin then, floor boards rotting and only the kitchen and back area were liveable. Now some one has bought and restored it and it is developing a magnificent garden.
I am afraid my sketching is getting rougher as the arthritis in my right hand and wrist seems to be getting worse. I am doing exercises and some days are worse than others.
We have had some rain, the friends funeral on Wednesday was marked by the thunderstorms and rain in the area. It was an interesting afternoon. The tiny graveyard was up in the hills at the end of the pony paddock. A lovely setting, a huge number of people and the tiny church was overflowing but arrangements had been made for that. So sad, such lovely times we had together. A good, quiet man to remember.