March 24th, 2015



My father had a picture of a yatch over the fireplace. God knows why. It was a not very interesting picture- an artist's print by a not very interesting artist. Yesterday I took it down- as part of a general reshuffle- and replaced it with a painterly oil of a Kentish landscape that once belonged to my grandmother.

My father has been dead over ten years but I still feel a little daring and defiant when I monkey around with his stuff.