Tomorrow is the day that we fly out to Thailand/Cambodia – yipee!  I have packed paints, laptop and camera but have no idea whether I will be able to post or not yet as we will be a little off-piste at times.

Hopefully, there will be posts of mangoes, rambutan and mangosteens  in the next few weeks but we’ll have to see.  If not, bear with me and I will be back on April 16th with a fresh eye and a bucket full of inspiration.   If you have just found my blog (maybe we met at the CL fair), please do sign up by going to the subscribe box to the right of the blog.  That way you will get my next blog automatically.  It really is knowing that I have all you lovely subscribers that keeps me painting.  Enjoy the sunshine that has finally found us in the UK – happy days.

I didn’t get to post yesterday as I had to go to Bristol.  Here are some more of those doubles in an empty caper jar.     I’ve been missing the wallpaper so decided to put it in this painting.

Up at the Country Living Fair tomorrow so don’t forget to come and say hello (stand M43a) if you are heading that way.  I will be bringing the last of the daffs with me.  Very excited about upcoming trip to Cambodia and trying to work out how to fit clothes (minimal), paints, laptop, camera and boards into suitcase whilst adhering to the weight allowance.  It could all come unstuck since my daughter’s  very kind art teacher has donated 48 sets of watercolours (in tins!) to  take to the orphanage we’ll be visiting.  Something’s got to give…………I might be down to two pairs of smalls and some Travel Wash.  Shudder the thought.

 

More of those lovely doubles.  What a glorious day.  The dog and I have just been taking in some rays along the lane and he picked up a branch the size of a tree (or tried to).  We had words because for one thing, it would have taken the rest of the afternoon for him to drag it home and for another, it wouldn’t have got through the door.   He has some big ideas for a small Jack Russell.

Ok, prepare for a daffodilathon – here is the first of many.   I found this little milk jug in an antique shop in Buckingham and it spoke to me because of the tonal range it allows.   So, that was the morning.  The afternoon is going to be spent preparing for our upcoming return to Thailand and Cambodia in the form of rifling through drawers and cursing that extra inch  that has crept onto my waistline since I last wore my summer clothes.  (No smart-alec comments  please).