It took me a time to get round to pick this one up. But now it’s here. Ok… closeness in the undergrowth. Suppose that needed to go in here.
I think I’ll stick with my elective urban belongings, think of Joan Eardley and some other literal interpretations of close, THE close, the TENEMENT close.
But it looks as if I’ve quickly moved to being the slow one: too much work elsewhere at the moment. Now that I’ve managed to post the Dance moley off to Vivien, I will see to this one.
Where’s the newspaper, the pair of scissors, the oil pastels….?