Then, a bit after 10 o'clock, we set out on our excursion, having declined to go on the facility-wide excursion in their bus. Barry and I armed ourselves with drawing paper, a range of HB pencils, a sharpener, and something to lean on, and headed off down to the lake. Although he said he could not remember, when we were kids, the three of us (Ross included) used to take similar equipment out into the paddock to sketch - fence posts and the like. However, today, I knew what I wanted to lock into Barry's brain; and that was the scene of the small row-boats pulled up to the edge of the lake. The sun was glorious, and we happily sprawled on the grass for just over 30 minutes, each absorbed in our own project. I will see if I can find two camping stools (with x members, and canvas sling) to make our posture a bit more comfortable. The ground is a very long way down for yours truly!
Upon our return, we went to Barry's garden which is coming along a treat. He reckons he doesn't want to hog the garden incase another resident was disinclined to be involved. However, when I suggested that the succulents could perhaps survive out in the sunshine, he quickly returned them to where HE wanted them. The nurse and I had to smile. I tried to impress upon him, that now that he had sketched his row-boat, he could consider translating that into a painting. I showed him other paintings around the walls of the facility, many of which had boats as their subject. I really don't expect him to have started this until I stick my head in the door again next week. |
