I'm working - and so is the new computer

It has been a fraught few weeks, but I now have a new computer - well, pretty new; new to me - with Windows 7 and an option to upgrade to Windows 10.

Settings are all sorted,passwords retrieved or remembered, contacts located, files found.  I even plugged everything into the correct sockets, first time round.   And they said I was old and senile!  Ha!

I did panic though.  Just a bit.....

I am currently working on some more paintings, and drawing again, after at least a week of producing nothing but muck sweats, and despite the fact that cervical spondylosis (arthritis in the neck) is making my arms feel like someone else's.

If you happen to have a cure for CS that you're sitting on, therefore, do not hesitate to share it with me.

My Annual Computer Crash

Every year, at about this time, my elderly computer crashes, with the loss of files, programmes, and, in the latest one, about 1,000 emails.

So, if you've emailed me in the last week, would you please re-send?  Same address as always.

(And if you could also send me a new computer, that would be very welcome: I shall have to dip into the wallet, I fear - it's taken me nearly two days and a good deal of one night to recover, to the extent I have, and I shall have to accept that the old bucket, and the wretched Vista Home Basic, are trying to tell me something.

Remembering the fire that destroyed Puckaster Close, just yards from here.  

Niton Undercliff, Isle of Wight

Still working with watercolour at the moment, and trying to get the Fabriano 140lb paper to work for me.  Fact is, I need a heavier weight.  The only way I can make this paper work at all is wet in wet, and stretched with gummed tape to prevent it buckling.

Bockingford paper, in fact most 140lb papers, buckles - but I've never known a paper to turn into corrugations as reliably as this one.

However, just goes to show I should spend more on paper, and hang the electricity bill....

This one is Early Morning, Niton Undercliff.  Threatening clouds, light gleaming through, a couple of yachtsmen about to lose their breakfasts...

(Quarter Imperial size, unframed)