Dad has taken up oil painting in his endless days. I am impressed. He has a unique talent here. One of them is patience, you would know that if you ever tried any painting atall. I have and so far to no avail. 'What to paint?' ' how to frame the scene?'

Then again it's Oil painting. This requires even more patience as the painting can't be completed in one sitting, it has to dry.

Here he shows us what the Skerries windmill looks like through his impressionist eyes, and then what the little Guinness gazebo at the pond in St. Annes would look like without the obligatory social commentary graffitti or cans of BUD floating in the water. Me likes.