pigeon crapped on my head

A beautiful sunny day -
I went into town on several errands and noticed members of the Lions Club wearing high-visibility tabards with their logo on them, carrying buckets in which to collect money for the suffering people of Japan.
I stopped to talk to one man about giving the proceeds of the show I'm planning to do in June, to the Lions as a contribution to their charitable work. I had scarcely introduced myself  when I felt a sharp blow on top of my head and although the man hadn't noticed anything, I asked him if a bird hadn't crapped on my hair. He was a bit taken aback but took a look and confirmed that it had. We looked up and saw the rear end of the offending bird hanging over the gutter high above us.
Neither of us had a tissue so he used a bit of my freshly purchased newspaper to wipe if off my head.
I said I thought it was a lucky sign and he thought perhaps he had heard something similar.
There's nothing like having such a personal service performed for a firm friendship to be established.
We had a very good chat.

updating my life

Time to update the weary website  www.nicolaclark.co.uk 
A long chat to my kind friend who composed it for me has thrown up good suggestions, all to do with simplicity and restraint. If we manage to adhere to these principles, there'll be a major change.


The other thing I wanted to start is this blog - to keep up a stream of information about what I am doing or planning to do.


The idea was even to add pictures - like from the day i went to the races - That was a wonderful day - I felt the animal fervour of the crowds shouting for the remarkable Ruby to win. I drew some of the most beautiful horses, watching some successful owners lighting cigars and chatted to a variety of racegoers from Scotland, Ireland, Southampton and Liverpool. 
It took three hours to drive home from Cheltenham to Tetbury - a journey that usually takes 45 minutes.

I think this was Ruby Walsh mounting

sunset in the paddock where the losers cool off