The ghost of a cat visits its old house. It sits on the old wall where it used to lay with its friends in the sunshine. It well remembers the good times of companionship with its family, both feline and human. It is comforting to think that our animals visit us after death. I often imagine I feel them around me and it is like the family is complete.
Born in the South of England I now live half way up a mountain in Umbria, Italy. I work from my art studio looking out over fabulous views of the Italian countryside. I am so happy to share my artwork with you.
An artist and writer, I specialize..
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