My cousin Paul has commissioned me to make a portrait sculpture of him. This will be my first sculpture commission - so I'll have to make doubly sure it's a good likeness. I can't start for about three weeks as my teacher is going on a cruise. But in the meantime I'm at the 'messy' stage of my sculpture of Brian Hill. Here it is.
He looks a bit like a Mohican, don't you think?
Last Sunday we went to the Greys village fete. Held at Greys Court, the former home of Sir Felix and Lady Brunner it raises quite a lot of money for the village. This year was the best ever. I've never seen so many cars completely filling up all the car parks. It was a lovely day and this was the scene that greeted us.
The sun shone, and the band played. The wooden carving of the old gardener looked down on us with his enigmatic smile as we walked around the gardens.
Wandering around the grounds here are some of the sights. The dog you can see with his handler was amazing. It was a pointer and true enough it just pointed its nose to the ground and didn't move a muscle for ages. As if it was a frozen image. Apparently some pointers can stay in the same position for hours without the slightest movement.
And for a topical vehicle this was a First World War truck.
The produce tent contained a vast variety of prize winning fruit, vegetables and flowers.
My young great niece, Kate, is fast becoming a whiz at 'Words With Friends' - it's a scrabble-type game played on the computer. I play it with a few friends on a regular basis. But Kate - she's eight years old - has a wonderful vocabulary. She's beating me on our current game - another humbling time for me!
This big Virgin hot air balloon sauntered past my window the other day. It came so close I could even wave at the people in the basket. I'd love to go up in one. When my brother Bob and Val went for a trip in a hot air balloon some 20 years ago as they passed over a garden in High Wycombe the whole family below suddenly laid on their lawn and spelt out the word 'HI'.
Worked hard this week on miniature portraits. I have two to do for a client's 10th wedding anniversary. The little girl is finished and her mother's portrait should be ready by Tuesday morning. Whew! The deadline is Wednesday.
On Friday Paul and Debbie invited us out for dinner at the Spice Lounge in Wargrave. Such a nice evening - I adore the sizzling prawns they serve there. Debbie's father, Pat, died two weeks ago. Such a lovely man. Kind, witty and funny, he was a superb gardener. I went to his funeral in Chessington on Thursday. He'll be sadly missed. A quiet gentleman. Three of his grandchildren gave beautiful eulogies in the church.