It doesn’t  sound like a big deal, but since covid I’ve  rarely been on a bus. That’s  six years. How on earth did that happen!

I’ve  been on planes and trains and in taxis, but somehow just getting a bus out of Pisticci didn’t hardly happen.

Last night I noticed that I’d  missed a message from the person I was going to visit in Marconia and they were expecting me a lot earlier than I had planned. I spent ages online with Cotrab and Chatgpt getting absolutely nowhere with bus times. Eventually  I did the sensible thing . I messaged a client I’ve  worked for a lot who is a bus driver. Sorted!

So this morning when I set off for the bus station I felt reasonably  confident.

On the way there I saw two strange things. The first was a dead fox lying on the steps  on the way into town.

The second strange thing has completely  gone. I remember  thinking , that’s  two strange things I’ve  seen this morning, but I can’t  remember what the second one was. Very annoying…..

Now I know what I have to paint in Marconia and will be going back on the first of December. It’s not a big job. Nice December work.

The first  thing I saw on going into the house was four of my paintings on the wall. It’s  still a lovely feeling to see my work in other people’s houses.

I enjoyed the journey and think I’ll  maybe take some more bus journeys.

This afternoon  I packed some painting equipment to take to Oliveto Lucano.

Then I took some of it out again and drew oranges which were a gift from the client I visited this morning.

I found a watercolour sketch of the corsa margherita  on facebook.

Hurray, it’s  the weekend!

Wine time now.

Cheers🍷🍷