After our trip to the Discerning Eye ‘Private View’
we had supper at Bill’s in Covent Garden:
Christine, Sally and Peter,
Kate and Phil.
I had fish pie
and because I wasn’t driving…
On Friday, Peter, Jack and I called off at Dulwich Village, where I’d once lived with my Aunt Amy and her husband J.L. Manning and my cousin Katy. We walked around the park, so beautiful at this time of year. As a boy I’d walked there most weekends in term-time, with Katy’s Yorkshire terrier, Bobby.
On Saturday Peter had to remain in Cardiff for a conference at the National Museum of Wales, where he’s Director of Collections and Research. I headed for home, calling off en route at the Art Shop Gallery in Abergavenny
to see the beautiful exhibition of puppets and paintings
by my friend Philippa Robbins.
Philippa produced her first puppets earlier this year for the Artlog Puppet Challenge
and has quickly become most expert and inventive in making them.
All her ‘puppet portrait’ paintings… made on newspaper… are beautiful
but I particularly love this one of her ‘Frida Kahlo’ glove-puppet.
From Abergavenny I began the long drive home to Ty Isaf. But I cannot pass Tretower without my heart nearly stopping for love of the place. I approached by the route I always followed when I worked there for seven years as the relief custodian, because it reveals the castle at its most lovely. Winding its way across the valley, the lane crosses a stream, and then, quite suddenly from around a bend, this appears.
Tretower was where I came to rest and heal, and where my work as a painter began.