In my last post, here , I wrote of a day missing the grandchildren but doing some sketching. Now my other half is once more in Belgium but I am in the UK. She is seeing the grandchildren and I am missing them and her. It makes me think of a lovely day this summer.
For a few days we looked after the youngest four grandchildren. One morning three of them invited themselves into my studio and asked if they could paint too. I showed them my watercolour gear and let them loose
I showed them the sketches in my little book I posted last time
They soon disappeared upstairs to the attic, leaving this notice on the door to the stairs
What would happen?
(it says Our Studio, no entrance until 7.30)