So elegant, in fact, that I decided to draw it; I am on holiday after all.
So I took my drafting book - Sean got it for me in Skibbereen - thick drawing paper, bound in black. I turned past the three pages of the new novel, found a fresh page and started to draw,
Then I sat down outside the scullery in a folding garden chair and started to draw. There in the sunshine I felt around me other women - cooks, scullery maids and skivvies - who must have sat there on sunshiny days in the past, peeling potatoes, shelling peas, sewing tea-towels, mending socks and braiding hair: sisters all.
Of course in those days the water pump would have had its elegant handle and would have been used for water for the house,
I'd forgotten how much I like drawing: not very good at it but it's very restful and perhaps only possible on holiday where the air is light and bright and clear.
Wish you were here
|My very humble drawing...|