Two of the small cheetah paintings handed over to their new homes, and another one finished.
My shoulder trashed.
Seven passes ride, the section to the bike-park and back. Stunning through the Forest. Or the bits I could see through sweat stained glasses.
Core muscles strained over the corrugated trail. Which, the storm and howling winds, danced over. Still, an opportunity to try another of the recipes from ‘Plate’, Lamb-stew-in-cream.
Terry made this remarkable lamb stew, a touch of French madness, that isn’t like anything I have tasted before. We didn’t do the red and white checked table cloth, but it’s next on the shopping list. Scrumptious.
Having repurposed 20 plastic water-bottles into butterflies, I have worked out the optimum configuration of the various butterfly sizes to minimize the material waste, while ensuring that mY hand doing the cutting stakes the least strain as the material thickness changes depending on the bottles shape.
The under-painting of the portrait commission has dried and I have made the first marks on the canvas. A tad clueless about where the painting is going!
Fabulous talk by Rob Caskie on Shackleton’s Antarctic explorations. Amazing feats of human endurance. Ranulph Fiennes, my contemporary hero. Man-hauling, versus kites, the purist debate?