History and Traditions
This post is more personal than my usual postings so please forgive me if you’re looking for insights into artworks. They’re not in today’s writing.
It has been an unbelievably busy weekend which has meant no time to paint this week – but it has been a fabulous couple of days nevertheless. I collected a load of framed and mounted works from Denise at Rosewood Studios on Saturday, and this painting was amongst them
This was my January give away. The random.org draw brought up the number of Dawn Denton who runs Legends of London, which seemed wonderfully appropriate. I’ve had the painting mounted for her and will be meeting her in London to hand it over. Collecting it reminded me to put it in my gallery, and also up on Red Bubble (so Dawn will be able to order cards to match her painting if she wants to).
Tradition and history have been a big part of this weekend. On Friday afternoon we drove down from Cambridge to Sandhurst to attend a dinner. Friday night was the half way point in Nic’s year of training there. It has been a very tough half year with more to come, but it seems all the officer cadets think its well worth the hardship. They are a very impressive group of young men who embody the values of a military institution with a history of discipline and high standards. You can’t feel anything but admiration when you look at these young gentlemen who are working so incredibly hard to earn the right to be leaders of men. They are an inspiration to us all.
Our first visit to Sandhurst was last July. We attended Nic’s commissioning parade when he became an officer in the TA. I wasn’t at my best that day. We had some distances to walk on site and I was battling with a fractured foot. This meant I couldn’t wear smart shoes, I wasn’t feeling particularly chic, and I was in some discomfort. After the parade, we had the standard photo session with various family members. Of course I had to have one taken with both of my sons.
Siblings in our family seem to have an almost uncanny way of knowing what the other is thinking. My sister and I do this quite often. We each know how the other will respond to something and can almost predict what they are going to say. The boys do the same thing and this time, they caught me unawares. Christopher just said, “Come on, Nic” – and without a further word, they reacted in unison.
This will always be one of my favourite photographs. It reminds me just how much I love having my family around. They know exactly how to make my day.