Slightly startling experience the other morning. The postman had to ring the bell to deliver a parcel, and addressed me in German. The other item, in its clear plastic wrapper, was a German language magazine I subscribe to. The rest of our vestigial conversation continued in that language. I suspect that he, like our usual postie, is Polish, so I’ll try Polish next time he rings (my Polish just about runs to ‘good morning’.)
Art club was quite good on Thursday: Martyn and I each finished a couple of pieces for our current topic, Heritage. Martyn has done a picture of a narrow boat navigating a canal, and I’ve done a little view of a UNESCO World Heritage Site, the upper Douro valley at Pinhão. I’ve made a start on a piece on another UNESCO site, the Canal du Midi at Le Somail, and I think it’s going better than the last attempt on the subject. I’m setting myself modest targets, using up the last of a batch of little 8x6 canvases that I got for our show last year, so spend only a couple of hours on each.
We joined some of my co-hobbyists last night at the Mayor’s quiz at a school over at the county town. Most of us are knocking on retirement, but we had a younger clerk on the team, and she was definitely our secret weapon and saving grace: we came joint fourth out of 40. Anyway, it was a cheerful evening as always (though the questions were for the most part a bit easier than we’re used to closer to home).
I consulted Via Michelin before we set out, and Monsieur Bibendum recommended a rather tortuous route on narrow roads. This was not altogether welcome in misty conditions, so we opted for a slightly less direct but simpler route home afterwards. Whatever, we made it unscathed, but I have to say that my appetite for driving, particularly after dark, is fading.
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