It was time to go a shopping, No, no, not for Absinthe but the “salve to longing” that I paint the grass with before collaging many of my pictures.
The long bus journey was made to edge of zone Four of London’s concentric circles but this time the well was dry. There are only two known outlets for this paint, so it was with trepidation that I turned West and headed for the other. The last time I had been there they had been out of stock too - so the prospect loomed “what would I do without said paint?”. Not the most pressing dilemma with world events being what they are right now, but my dilemma.
Luckily, they had two little bottles on the shelf and now they have none, though £7 of train fares spent searching is something I could have done without.
Normal service will resume shortly, and for those who asked “Will the trains make a return to your pictures” the answer is certainly yes. Steev Burgess