’89 Exhibition

     Regular followers of our handsome hero’s amazing exploits will be entowerly debreatholated by this year’s instalment. New readers will have to pick it up as they go along. 

     First, in June, as you may have read in the E.D.P. (jolly fine newspaper) ‘Walrus’ was burgled. I lost three and a half grand- 62 paintings, no insurance, and no word since. I felt as though I had been violated 62 times. To rob a bank  or an oil company is one thing, but to rob a working man- that must take  a very loathsome reptile indeed.
     Enough of that, except to say that it made me  seriously question ‘Walrus’ future. The old girl had been terminally ill for a long time, and I thought even if the burglars don’t come back next season, I’ll never get any sleep, waiting for them. So, at the beginning of November, with the help of the Broads Authority’s Undertakers Dept., Walrus was given the Viking Funeral treatment. So, next April, I hope to open a shore based gallery/studio at Ludham Bridge, in the yard behind the Chandlers, thanks to the ginormous help and kindness of the Paul family.
     Meanstwhile, here I am again in your fine city with not so many pictures as usual, but most of them are quite tasty (though I says it as shouldn’t) and if one or two of you worthy burghers  will treat yourselves to one of these little windows to look out on wherry or mill, standing for ever in misty morning or golden evening, then we’ll content to busy ourselves  at home with holly and bells, and puddings and pies, until the good news comes again from the stable, and the Jolly Old Elf has cleared the roof tops, when we’ll sit back in our good fortune, and drink your very good health.