This is a painting taken from a photograph of Happy Chappie.
We got together in 1988 as we were both host families to foreign students.
Unfortunately, our ‘guests’ (and their friend) tried to use us as their personal taxi service, and my tyre marks are still burnt into the tarmac outside their old house where I screeched to a halt.
Happy Chappie and I later scuppered their love plans.
Even though I moved away the following year, we kept in touch, and she became my closest and best friend in my adult life.
Sadly she died in 2000 aged 53, and today her husband is more than our Friend, he is our Family.
As well as a host of other interests, he is a bit of an artist, some of his work hanging in a tea rooms in Scotland.
We sent him a postcard from Ledbury last year and told him it was his next project as the architecture was of particular interest.
He has started work on his interpretation but at the moment other things are taking priority.
Basically, he sees a picture he likes and paints it, but tweaks it a little bit here and there, either with colour or adding a wall, tree or interesting bit from something else.
His home is full of originals and not a forgery in sight!