St Peter’s Church while waiting for Hugo
I painted the same view earlier this year. It’s a place I often meet the children when they need a lift home from town. This was knocked out in a few minutes while I waited for an injured son to get to the car. Looks like I’m going to be hanging around waiting in my car quite a lot this week as he doesn’t seem up to walking or cycling for a while. I do wonder how on earth I would have managed with these impromptu demands to be a chauffeur and nurse, if I’d continued to have a job working for someone else, rather than being my own boss.