When I first met Anne and Mike twenty years ago in The Magical Town of Crickadoon, there was an immediate connection. Sometimes that happens.
One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and be understood. Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Anne in her Wilshire garden.
A year ago Anne and Mike moved from their ancient dwelling on top of a mountain in the beautiful Brecon Beacons National Park in Wales back to Wiltshire where they had lived many years before. This past weekend, I visited them in their new home.
Quick watercolour/gouache study from the garden.
Over the years I have come to know Anne and Mike’s six children and numerous grandchildren. Part of this weekend’s visit was to make preliminary sketches of one branch of the family for what will ultimately be a large family portrait.
Preliminary sketch of Jake. Last time I painted him he was about 10 years old.
As is always the case the weekend was filled with stimulating conversation, laughter and the sort of comfort and peace that is experienced when spending time with like minded people. Oh and I mustn’t forget the fantastic food:)
Observing the reflection of clouds in the garden pond.
I always learn so much when I am with Anne and Mike. Their generosity of spirit reflects upon all the people they touch. I am most fortunate to be one of those people.