Here is the painting I did yesterday at Dryswlyn of the Towy in flood. I may tinker with it yet but probably not much if I do. I haven't signed it yet. I probably won't have a chance to get out again for the next few days at least.
The other day I went to pick up two of the grandchildren from school. they are in different classes but they come out at the same time. It was tipping down with rain and I left it to the last moment to go and stand in the playground with the other parents and grandparents. The doors opened and the granddaughter was out in the first wave of six or so children. I grabbed her and ran her to the car where Mrs Cox sat in the dry. I then returned for the grandson. Chidlren were still trooping out of his classroom and I could see him wandering back and forth through the window. Grandually ther ewere on ly a few adults left in the playground and just a trickle of children. I could feel th ewater seeeping through my coat and water now running down my back.
I was now totally alone in the playground no other adults and the only child left in the school was meandering around in the classroom without a care in the world. It now really didn't amtter Icouldn't get any wetter. Eventually he wandered out into the storm obliviously,
"Hi grandad!"
Anyway I have an idea on where he gets his time keeping from if its genetic.
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