August morning

Sitting in the top corner of a hay field looking across the Forth. The smell of cut grass. Butterflies and the sound of wood pigeons, deep shadows in the woods. Stinging nettles and bees. Heat. Shimmer.

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Festival end

Sunday, final day of the festival. The family that came a couple of days ago and bought the painting ‘America Street’ dropped by. Lovely to see them again and they bought another work. I was told I was ‘treasure of the week’, and so with ego massaged, I can close the front door and begin making a mess of my space once more. Thanks so much to the Lappin family and everyone who came to inquire, provoke, ignore, praise, criticise, support and converse with my work.

And a special thanks to Florence who screened her short documentary film about Adamsons oatcakes, Pittenweem last night in the Netloft. We were treated to oatcakes and mackerel pate and a gin and tonic as we sat back to watch her wonderful film. Absolutely brilliant. That was my treasure of the week.