It is so long since I did a blog that I am almost shy about coming back! But I have been really busy and life has somehow taken over. Our second MESCH exhibition has opened at The Tavern in Meldreth
I did three pictures with a Flamenco theme.
Here is the cockerel which I started last year and seemed to get stuck on. However, I managed to get it finished it for the Tavern and there are some other pieces as well, including an Indian woodgatherer. Liz Evans is showing some of her lovely work inspired by wrought iron, Margaret Star has gloriously colourful hangings and pictures in dyed cotton, meticulously stitched whilst Marian Murphy has produced 'Mind Maps' mixing colours in the unique way she has. Vanda Campbell has a restrained minimalist body of work based on the recent exhibition at The Foundling Hospital entitled 'Care Labels'
The Gallery is close by the railway Station at Meldreth and is open from 10 until 4 every day except Mondays and Tuesdays and the MESCH exhibition is on until 22nd May. We are now thinking towards the next exhibition in June at Royston Museum!
We had a trip to Holland, not this time staying with Toine & Inki as we had friends with us, so we stayed in a hotel in Valkenburg. We had glorious weather and a great time - lots of lovely meals and rather too much genever. We stopped off in Bruges on the way back to Calais - it was heaving with Japanese tourists who pushed in front of us, snapped away with their cameras and moved on. It is such a beautiful little town but I think I prefer to remember it the last time we were there, on a cold and snowy day when it was deserted Then Easter came with lots of church flowers to do, and the family, followed by the private view at the Tavern - it was just one thing after another.
We watched, spellbound, THE wedding and in the evening had a party for about 40 people. Thank goodness it was a lovely evening and we were able to spill out into the garden. There was a cheminiere burning on the terrace and late in the evening George went off to get more wood. He loaded up a plastic recycling box from the woodpile round the back of the garage and then as he was walking back he tripped and fell, cutting his head and cracking three ribs. Well, we didn't know about the ribs until the middle of the night when he couldn't breathe and we had to send for an ambulance. It seemed to me an over-dramatic way of getting out of all the clearing and washing up the next day! He is wearing a sling, has dramatic bruises and is still in a lot of pain, having to sleep sitting upright in a chair. I have to put his socks on !!!
So guess who is doing all the gardening and dragging the bins down the drive and going over to the shop first thing in the morning for the newspaper - yes, moi.