Even though I have spend six of my years at UoB, I do not recall ever going upstairs in the Barber to view the art there. Free concerts in the small theatre of a lunch time, yes, but never the gallery.
No mater, better late than never.
More of the masters for Gek to copy.
To round off a brilliant weekend, lunch with Mary-Ann. Old Joe, ever present.
I have been writing my 'A Granddad's Stories' for over four and a half years now. And I, with help from Gek, am still correcting my bad English and even finding missing words in the text. Perhaps I should have stayed with photographs.
Not being confident that we will every draw a line under this project, I have decided to go for broke and do the binding now, a process I quite enjoyed. The grandchildren will have to put up with my crappy English. Sorry guys. Never knew you could sand paper paper.