Did you know I have a little Irish in me?Perhaps that explains why it seems so natural to potter around in Dublin and take a train out into the country for what must have been the only summer’s day that Ireland has seen.
Wicklow was beautiful.. I slept in various spots beside the sea and the river and my sunset journey home seemed like soft veils of rose and layers of magical misty trees.
I wonder if my wonderful Spanish cycling friends have made it to the west coast?
I met a fellow 🚴 called Luigi and we managed to compare notes on bicycles and (his imminent) grandchildren and beautiful European cities…. not bad for minimal Italian/English. I hope you enjoy your onward journey Luigi and that your grandchild arrives safe and sound in October.
I have not sketched or painted for a shockingly long time, so this little sketch of Wicklow is just a postcard warm up.
More adventures soon.