So it is with some degree of pleasure that I re-discovered these sketches that Sean and Sara painted with me on Sunday afternoons about ten years ago. We stuck them on the wall of the study, until they were eventually hidden by furniture moved in front of them. Sara's bold strokes and Sean's ink and wash combine to form a slice of our personal history.
Of course, those days are gone now, and I am left to run, sketch and garden on my own most of the time.
On a brighter note, Sean has decided to give Architecture a try - he starts his Foundation course next January.