Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 27 September 2014
Not so much an acquisition...
We gad a great time in Oxford, thank you, and it was nice to go back to Eynsham Hall, which - although very popular with the most ghastly type of office-speak, team-building trainers and their hapless crews - is still really good value for a weekend break.
The first thing we did was to visit our old friend who has just moved from Burford to about 3 miles from Eynsham, where she grew up. She grew up in style, and is one of the last, classic English eccentrics from a family which was granted their title by Henry the Eighth. Very entertaining.
As soon as we walked into her little cottage - crammed full of knick-knacks - she presented us with this Craigie Aitchison portrait of a young woman, which her brother had given her as a birthday present a few years ago. It is on long-term loan, and we have just hung it today.
It is certainly not the best of Craigie's paintings, but it goes so well in the room, especially in juxtaposition to H.I.'s bluer paintings. The pink-red catches your eye from any part of the room, and you cannot help but mix it mentally with the rest of the colours. He knew what he was doing.
The little card with the deer-painted flower vase has been there for some time, and now it has a real Craigie hanging above it for company.
I'm going to have to sort out better insurance for all these artworks - our present contents will not even cover the cost of H.I.'s wardrobe, let alone them.