Then there was the Pictish stag, everyone loves the Pictish stag and now I had to admit it, I seem to have some kind of addiction. With slightly unsteady hands, I reach for more paint and yet another Pictish creature has, unbidden, formed under my brush, a goose and then a wolf and now the curious Pictish "beast". Why can't I stop? What is wrong with me?
So, here is something completely different, some strange woman on top of a hill, facing another hill, wonder who that is and where she is - and isn't she cold?
