The last full day on the ship started foggy. Apparently the foghorn had been sounding all night, but we didn’t hear it. One of the benefits of living in the bowels of the ship. After breakfast I went to art class. Today we were painting flowers, at least, those of us who were not finishing off yesterday’s Tuscan farmhouse. The flower was a hibiscus, a light pink one against a background of dark green leaves. This was a bit of a challenge for me as I’d never really painted flowers before and certainly not in watercolour, But with a little thought and my gained confidence in painting wet in wet, I got a fair representation of the photograph. I even got a ‘well done’ from the teacher. Teacher’s pet, that’s me. No long after I started, the foghorn started and all was white around us. After what seemed like 10 minutes painting, the teacher said it was time to pack up. I looked at my watch and I’d been painting for an hour and the fog was almost gone. Then I realized I hadn’t heard the foghorn for ages. Totally engrossed I was.
Scamp had come up to meet me and we went back to the cabin to do the inevitable packing. Most of it’s done now and we’ve just been for lunch. Scamp’s off her class and I think I’ll try to sneak a photo of her.