Back home from a week in Cornwall, our first real proper, grown up holiday, – not the usual house sitting that we do for friends while they jet off somewhere nicer that they’ve actually paid for. All that time to rest. Now that I can see how tired I was I don’t want to go back to how things were.
Our house sitter, Richard, did a sterling job, only managed to break the fridge door, Samuel’s BB gun and injure the dogs hind leg – not bad going for him! (he makes up for it though by fixing other things for us – and we love him).
I didn’t go back in the studio for three days. In all honesty, I was scared – of how the work would appear to me after a break away. But I did – and I’m not sure how I feel… (sorry about the poor qality images, I can’t get them to resize properly and I will lose the will to live if I try again)
