In Oldham where I supervised the purchase of R’s equipment – box of student’s colours, block and brush. He almost wept at the expenditure, 4/-. We have great fun about our mutual “Scotch” tendencies.
We have now just completed a repast of pies, bread and jam, washed down with light beer. Quite sorry to take leave of this funny old pub. I am growing tenderly inclined towards the stout landlady. We got her daughter to strum on the piano; she couldn’t play for nuts but we enjoyed it; and before we left the old girl “shouted”, a thing almost unprecedented. R’s first attempt with his new materials was extraordinary – looked like a spider in a pool of blue ink.
Walk March 