Hot August morning at Villa Pisani

A hot August morning at Villa Pisani; finally time to sit and play with some different paper. These are very definitely illustrations, they are tiny compared to my usual work and two are watercolour without support from pen or pencil. I guess they are loosening up exercises, the dog days of August have made me way too introspective.

When I arrived, the B and B guests were leaving, father who smiled and spoke, son who seemed set on escape and then mother and daughter who scuttled out behind them: the joys of family holidays. I was left wondering about the ghosts of the past. Would the Kaiser have marched out with Frederica lagging behind. How amused would Queen Victoria have been? The cat and I sat in contemplative silence as the thermometer rose.