True Relaxation, Which Would Do Me The

If The Weather Is Good I Go Into The Nearby Wood - There I Am Painting A Small Beech Forest (in The Sun) With A Few Conifers Mixed In. This Takes Until 8 'o Clock.

I Can Paint And Draw. I Believe This Myself And A Few Other People Say That They Believe This Too. But I'm Not Certain Of Whether It's True.

Even When I Have To Write A Simple Letter I'm Scared Stiff As If Faced With Looming Seasickness.

There Is No Self-portrait Of Me.

After Tea It's Back To Painting - A Large Poplar At Dusk With A Gathering Storm. From Time To Time Instead Of This Evening Painting Session I Go Bowling In One Of The Neighbouring Villages, But Not Very Often.