Swallows and Amazons
In lieu of not painting much from watching the Olympics, this is something I did a couple of years ago from an old photograph. Not sailboats, as in the story, Swallows and Amazons, but rowboats and a place of happy memories from my own young years. A local beauty spot it sadly closed in 1960 due to changing trends and lack of support and funds. The frame is just the virtual variety for effect.
Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before, I swore---but was I sober when I swore?
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand, My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.