It’s been a wonderful couple of weeks apart from the obvious. I started calling friends and clients I’m close too or will be affected, telling them the Quack had given me the “Mr. Tackas it’s time for you to go home and get your affairs in order…” speech.
Not a list of calls I was looking forward to making and sure enough the first one was like a punch in the face, the second no easier and they were just the clients!
Then a very dear friend. Lowri.
A tough one but every cloud has a silver lining. Her and her husband Simon, bloody good egg, are coming to Portsmouth. Simon is a Naval history fan, so no shortage of materiel here for him, including my suggestion of a good old fashioned inspection of Admiral Lord Nelson’s Back Passage. His final steps on dry land before boarding a barge to H.M.S. Victory and onward to Trafalgar!
I try and go to the beach every day of the year. But with weather like this, it HAS to be done. Today I retraced #AdrmiralLordNelsons final steps on dry land. #EdTackasArt #52pieces #art #oilpainting #streetart #acrylics pic.twitter.com/SLwn6Ki3EC
— Ed Tackas (@edtackasart) June 26, 2018
Lowri, had a question. Can Simon have your Hippy-Copter painting?
Touchy subject girlfriend!
It is the ONLY painting of mine that I not only like but think is pretty good in terms of execution and the meaning behind it. I’m very pleased with myself which I rarely say simply because I rarely am.
Lowri then told me that Simon is also a Viet Nam War buff and although I’m not, it is the war which intrigues me the most due to it’s origins and players. Once she said that my initial reaction of discomfort at the thought of it walking out the door abated and I said “In that case then there is only one person who should have it and that is him!” I think I was more chuffed than he is!
Luckily the sun has decided to give them a break and some lovely blue sky is starting to appear, so I thought I would quickly write this post before they swing by on their way home to to pick up the Hippy-Copter and say goodbye. That’s going to be the killer!
That said, with a bit of luck and a following wind I plan to jump the train from Portsmouth Harbour to Cardiff Central and head out into the Rhonda to where my Nan was born and raised to do a windswept Welsh landscape and I think my wife, who appreciated Art, will love the unrivalled collection of Turner’s. If you’ve not been you really are missing out.) and to pick up the Hippy-Copter.