So I'm back. Everything - tools, luggage, weird stuff - is (more-or-less) packed away, the huge pile of mail is reduced to a small pile of things worth keeping and a taller pile of recycling, I also have a pile of new and unread art mags to go through. The studio is here, waiting. The cellar is sadly smaller than I remember it, so I may be forced to temper some of my plans for filling it with equipment to help me make some of the new artwork. Never mind, where there is a will, and all that. A big workshop will be mine one day; my delusions extend as far as that.

I'm suffering, as usual, from the contrast between my surroundings of a few days ago and now. So is the dog. We will go to the beach tomorrow.

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