This is how one of my paintings was shaping up, pre Spain.

And, this is how it is now, post Spain.

Mmmm.

But now I’m sick and the painting will have to wait.

But that’s O.K. because I’ve had another sign.

I know I said I didn’t believe in signs, and I don’t, but look.

The Bok Choy never lies.

If you remember, first there was the tea cup.

And now the veggies.

I feel well loved.

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So, when I was home I had some yummies. First, of course, there was the fish and chips.

But I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would and I worried that I’d lost my love for it.

It looks good here, but mine was greasy and the chips were not cool.

Then there was the pork pie.

AS delicious as ever.

And, then, something I haven’t had since I was a little girl visiting my old nan up the Roman Road.

Pie and mash.

Don’t judge it until you’ve had it. It’s yum and then some.

I also had a sausage roll.

Which was super yum because look how bad it is for you.

And, my all time favourite – a sausage sarnie.

Which everyone knows is almost as good as a chip butty.

But I forgot to have one of those 🙁

I wouldn’t not (I know, grammar) have eaten them for the world but, let me tell you, I’m glad to be back home and in control of the vegetable count.

I even had one of these.

And this is where I had it.

       
Well, around the corner of that pub actually – here.

The Lock at Heybridge Basin.

Of course, talking of pubs, we just had to have few of these also.

But, just you tell me, who wouldn’t?

My favourite sweets – rhubarb and custard.

I had the last one yesterday 🙁

And my favourite crisps.

Hula Hoops!

But it wasn’t all about eating the food I can’t get here in Houston.

It really was about just being home again.

This was my Parish Church.

Where I had to get my banns read so that I could be married.

This is the City of Winchester, where I got my art degree.

And which was briefly the home of Jane Austin, and where she died.

You’d think they might touch up the windows.

This is where we used to pick watercress on the way home and make potato and watercress soup for tea. Ah the luxuries of student life.

Look. They even have a festival!

Who knew!

I lived in Old Arlesford, Hampshire, and I didn’t know it was the world’s center of watercress. Where was I?

Man! Just made myself homesick again 🙁

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You were just here.

And one day I’m going to convince P that we need to go live there again.

No, no, you can’t stop me!

Happy Sunday

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