On Tuesday evening, after being at the Fine Art KI gallery, I visited my old friend , Mrs Maureen P, who is now in her eighty nineth year. It was for the pleasure of her conversation and to draw her Owl. After drinking a few too many sherries to Mrs P’s brandies , I needed to be on my way. Take Old Owl offered Mrs P, so happily I carried him down the street, he looking startled all the way. I think he has been looking that way for over fifty years , when Maureen’s brother found him, quite ceased to be, on the road near his farm.