
be careful when you stick your neck out

sitting on the cushion

when the wind kicked up,
they ran out onto the dock
and held up their harps
so it could play on the strings

the spirit of a place

here comes a spark of inspiration

going out to play in the imaginary sunshine

Oh my kittens, the night has sharp teeth

some kind of ballad of innocence and misfortune
last drawing from the Old Songs festival (for this year)

Festival afternoon with dear friends, music, lovely food and drink
Kate Greenough's daily drawings