With his usual impeccable timing, John arrived this evening just as I was enjoying the late evening sun and a ‘herbal cigarette’ in the garden whist contemplating if I felt strong enough to move my easel back into the kitchen as it was getting chilly.

John’s arrival saved any further thought, he carried it in for me.

I heard a plane fly overhead and then heard the engine note change and it began an aerobatic routine, so it was straight back outside.