Last week I spent a few days in France helping my parents pack up the house they’ve had for over twenty years. It was a busy time and ridiculously cold (there was no heating in most of the house) and I didn’t have any time to draw.
I have many happy memories associated with that house so I had a mix of emotions – joyful recollections but sadness at being there for the last time. Something I remember with lots of fondness is how my Gran would sit on a bench at the front of the house and watch my children playing. Family gave her such joy.
Here’s a picture of Gran’s bench, drawn a few years ago shortly before her one hundredth birthday.