Doing this paint job was my way of relaxing. To have the stove ticking quietly in the background, Radio 4 chatting companionably and the regular swish-swish of the paintbrush was therapeutic in it’s simplicity and so satisfying to see the job evolve as the hours passed. On the first day the rain bucketed down and I saw no-one. I was content. Within the confines of the job I relaxed more than I’d done in months, despite a fleeting anxiety over the colour! On the second day the sun briefly and brilliantly, and it was a more sociable day down the Wharf. Less work got done, but a grand day was had nonetheless. Mugs of tea, sunshine on pale skin, tall tales, and craft wisdom generously shared – all wonderful stuff!