It's been a strange couple of weeks. First, the annual get-together of my husband's mother's family, and then an unexpected gathering of my own family for the funeral of my brother's estranged wife, suddenly no longer with us, and no older than I am myself.
My husband's mother was a patient needlewoman. With two sons and no daughters, she spent time on household repairs of a kind summed up by the phrase "Make do and mend," before that became a trendy lifestyle choice.
The other day I bought this watercolour from the local boot-fair. Something about the colours and the waves crashing up on to a headland reminds me of the farm house at Mawbray, just north of Allonby on the Cumbrian coast. Apparently, they know it is a bad storm when the sea-water puts out the open fire on the hearth - coming down the chimney.