The rain has caught up with me so for a while I have had to come indoors. Fortunately the issue is not being wet, it is the changing light and it’s affects on colours. This morning there is a darkness that seeps into the bones. Rain has started and although intermittent promises to get more intense as today progresses. At moments like this I cannot escape being British, the rain that I longed for during the drought is, you guessed it something to moan about.
The Pomegranates are softening so I think that I will need to break them open. At this point the challenge will be to either eat the seeds or paint them first. Such is the torment of a painter.