The painting of the Cheetah Cubs at that point, where, that touch of magic. If. I’m brave enough. To let it happen.
Disaster avoided, as howling winds tossed the shopping bag, containing eggs, as I tried – unsuccessful – to navigate a walk between storm squalls. Wet. Bedraggled.
The Forest a jumble of fallen trees. Ancient yellow-wood tree standing tall amongst the carnage. The colours in the afternoon light reminding me of my painting, ‘Forest Walk’
A tasting menu of Terry’s amazingly tasty Wild Mushroom Consommé, served with Parmesan crisps. Followed by keto-gnocchi and spinach and a salmon avocado tarter. Pinot Noir and Chardonnay the wine pairing.
Gentle run with the sunrise. The world to myself.