Monday 29th April
As usual the brief holiday (long weekend) has gone in a blur. Almost before I got settled it was time to leave. Nor helped by two solid days of painting of course, so I hardly had time to see the town. And so tired, almost all the time, even waking up tired. Is this a sign of ageing? I could easily paint for hours a few years ago, but now I am shattered after a few hours.
The weather there was splendid when I arrived, but was overcast and chilly and rainy on Friday and Saturday. Just as well I had painting to do, and had not planned on sunbathing. And I return to this country and it too is cold and overcast and rainy. But somehow it feels colder here.
So that is that for a few more weeks I am afraid. Back to Blighty and work again. And irony of ironies I have come down with a rotten cold. As I stepped off the plane I felt that vicious snatch in the back of my throat, and my nose started running and my eyes watering and my head pounding. Maybe I caught it on the way out; they say you catch germs very easily on planes, all that recycled air. Anyway, feeling grotty I leave you for now….