Albert eventually settled down last night.
He’s very stiff on his back leg and so I’m presuming his old injury is playing up again in the colder weather. I will ring the vet about painkillers.
He won’t want Albert going to the surgery
I haven’t anything planned today.
I’ve just taken the dogs to Colwyn Bay and after walking them , sat on the wooden promenade seating with a coffee.
Further along, a scruffy looking woman was rocking a small dog in her arms as she sang You are my sunshine very gently to it like someone would sing to a baby.
It was so unexpectedly poignant a moment that I had to look away
I walked the dogs all the way around to Rhos On sea, until Roger stopped pulling on his lead before we walked back and I knew the dogs were tired by then as they had stopped sniffing. We got back into Bluebell where they fell asleep and I sneaked another cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich from the Porth Eirias Cafe.
I’ve been reading about Denmark recently mainly The Year Of Living Danishly by Helen Russell but as I was exploring what to see in Denmark on the net I came across a painting called The Drowned Fisherman by Michael Ancher which can be seen in the Danish National Gallery.
It takes your breath away, and I was captivated by its solemn beauty and the sensitivity of its subject matter.
It’s funny how much a single painting can move you and dominate your psychi. Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth still affects me in some strange guttural way now than it did when I last saw it at New York’s MOMA back in 2014
The beautiful Drowned Fisherman by Ancher
The woman singing You are my Sunshine has given this Sunday a melancholy I wasn’t expecting
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