Earlier in the week I decided to play hookey for the morning in order
to attend a showing of the work of three extremely talented
local artists over at Horning.
|The right-hand end of the Swan Inn which Google have|
decided to pimp up a bit. I do wish they wouldn't.
If I'm brutally honest I probably
wouldn't have gone at all had in not been for the fact that Ann Mills,
one of my oldest friends and stalwart support through far too many of life's
thicks and thins, was one of the painters who would be making
an exhibition of herself in the gallery beside the river
|17th century cottage untouched by either time or Google.|
For those of you who don't know it, Horning is a pretty little village
in the heart of Broadland, Norfolk which attracts thousands of visitors each year,
many of whom take to the river in all shapes and sizes of boat clad in stripey jumpers,
nautical wellingtons and even the occasional pirate eye-patch, while others
prefer to sit back and chill in one of the many pubs, bars and restaurants
whilst at the same time simply watching the world float by their gin and tonics.
|Leaping Puffin by Ann Mills|
Whilst it didn't actually manage to draw throngs of clamouring paparazzi, despite my
brief, unannounced appearance, the exhibition did have a steady
stream of visitors come through it's doors. Some appeared to be
knowledgeable on all things "arty", others wouldn't have been able to
tell a Banksie from a backside unless he had actually decided to spray
paint their car and one elderly couple had somehow managed to mistake
the sign which clearly said "art exhibition - open" for the public
conveniences and were suitably bemused by the whole experience.
I musn't appear to be biased so I will give you a quick look
at a close up of the Sweet Peas painted in watercolour by Vivien Proctor.
She makes an excellent cup of tea by the way.
|Norfolk brown hare by Anny Wanny|
But the star of the show for me, complete with his own frame,
was this beautiful Norfolk hare which needless to say simply had
to come home with me. And I think I snapped him up in the
nick of time because as I was leaving the Mississippi style river
boat with it's 100+ passengers had just come in to moor and
three coach loads of sightseers had just rocked up on the staithe.
Let's hope they followed the correct signs and didn't end up in the
public loos with the two old ravers.
|The Village Bike by Ann Mills|