I went to Osho Leela and had a beautiful time painting a big picture – not on canvas but on cardboard. It was a lovely time, listening to music, in a big tent, and I made another picture too with charcoal.
The next day I went home by train. I got on at Bristol with lots of baggage and parcels but carefully stored my precious paintings in a black bin bag on the parcel shelf. Had to change at Derby and get next train to Wakefield – horribly busy (especially after a floaty week of peace and love at Osho Leela) with people coming from Reading festival I suppose. No seats left, had to sit on floor with lots of other people and rucksacks, almost got left on train when I couldn’t get off due to crush and trying to haul off my luggage, and they locked the doors and started to set off as I was drumming my fists at the window to the station man in panic…. Anyway I did get off but my paintings didn’t. Lot of phone calls today to Lost property departments, but no joy. They claim they weren’t on train when it reached its final destination and another passenger must have taken them. So…..huh!
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