The Squirrel's Breakfast

Remember that trip we had to Grantown-on-Spey? Well, when we were in the place with lots of second-hand treasure, I spotted a lovely picture (a print) of Red Squirrels. I can't say that Mr M was entirely convinced that it was something he wanted to hang on his wall and because we didn't have much time to linger I waved goodbye to the squirrels and that was an end to it.

A few weeks on and my delight for the picture hadn't diminished and Mr M knowing my love of all things squirrel - we are lucky enough to have them visit our garden - declared we should make a return trip and purchase the said item.

There it was waiting for us  - Mr M still not convinced - I took it down from the wall and the label on the back declared it to be "The Squirrel's Breakfast" by Muriel Dawson, some investigation when we arrived home found that she was an illustrator of children's books and that the Natural History Museum has a collection of her drawings. I love the wild primroses too - our woods are covered with them in spring.

I left Grantown-on-Spey with an odd assortment of things that day - a squirrel picture, a glass washboard, a mini wooden rolling pin, a glass Horlicks mixer jug and a blue and white spotty jug. I can not accurately describe the look on the lady at the counter's face.

Thank you Mr M for making me happy.