Nocturnal ramble with my two co-dabblers to Fleet. We chatted for a time with Mr. & Mrs. Colourman Artist, who took us into their houses at the back of the shop and showed us a lot of paintings and a portfolio, always an interesting jumble.
Have I told you about the Hieland fire-eater? – a brawny old Scot with a walrus moustache, about 60 years of age. He goes to bunk early (usually with his bare feet protruding) and flies into appalling rages if disturbed; gets half out of bed with eyes blazing and “offers out” every man in the hut in the most picturesque (adjectival) Scotch. He has been all through the wars – as wild as the ocean wave is Donald.
Walk March 