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.