Today was the first day of the Easter Holidays from work (school). In a celebratory mood, I agreed when daughter number 3 rang up and suggested we take my granddaughter out for the day. We quickly recruited daughter number 2, and decided upon this, the Gower Heritage Centre.
The heritage centre is part museum, part working mill, part sort f rustic theme park. Mary and I used to take all of the kids there when they were all still kids, and we usually had a good time. I'm pretty pleased with the sketch that I've made here. On the left we have the entrance to the centre, then in the foreground a cockerel, whom daughter number three was rather scared to approach. The tractor is disabled, and it's there for the kids to play on, and my granddaughter duly did that.
I'm glad that I've been a wee bit bolder with colour here, since I'm still really trying to find my way with line and wash, and often my painted sketches tend to look washed out and pale.
I liked this sketch too much to spoil it with my rubbishy verse, but I have got one to accompany it, you'll probably be none too excited to hear.
Chickens are mean
I've never been keen
On these vicious and brutal
Egg laying machines
They can scare
with a stare
Which turns weaker hearts green
There's just no denying it
Chickens are mean.
Sorry chickens. Well, sorryish.
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