The owls are not what they seem.

I am so excited by the work of JohDel...

We met him at his recent exhibition at The Eye in town.

(More about them in a later post)

We bought The Owls Are Not What They Seem and Tree of Life.

We've just got them back from the framer - Rooiwolf, that's red wolf in Afrikaans. He uses only indigenous, sustainable woods for his frames - ours are kiaat, and very beautiful. I can stare at these intricate images for hours.

I can also stare at the work of Eric Ravilious for hours. The Attic Bedroom was painted in 1931. It reminds me of my grandmother's attic, where the cousins and I stayed every holiday when we were children. Six beds in a row. Very happy times. It's where my love for attics was born. We are having a start made on our own attic conversion, hearts in our mouths. Right now it doesn't feel so much more than a big pile of wood in the driveway.

When the builder tells you it will be a simple job, ALWAYS take it with a bag of salt.

But maybe one day it will feel a little like this:

News from the Robin family:

the babies are growing so fast! Their parents are kept very busy catching worms and other goggas. Today I saw them flying some peanut butter over. Pretty soon the nest will be too small...