The Long Walk
The long walk
From my terrace, I can see the museum where Paula Rega`s
painting is, it didn’t look far, so I walked down it took a bit
longer than I thought but it was a beautiful day.
At the museum, I spent a long time looking at her pictures
she is an intriguing painter blending the masculine and
The feminine into one it can look objectionable as she paints
Scenes of what can appear grotesque, she is not a romantic
artist of summer days and white beaches.
The museum has a nice café I had a coffee and cream cake
To hell with diabetes for a day; and then I promptly fell asleep
Woke up by a startled, said I must have had a little nap,
the waiter said I had slept for nearly an hour.
I went around the corner where they have a maritime museum
was especially interested in how they lived on the small vessels
fishing for cod, which they split open and salted.
It appeared the social life was centred in the galley/mess room
where the cook made food baked bread, and there was time
for a chat; the old photos showed about hard work and peace.
Walking home took a long time since it was mostly uphill.
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