Kiwi on Tryfan
Funny how we get anxious about things when there is no need at all, isn’t it?
But I was anxious.
Concerned that he might not like it.
I really wanted him to like it…to get a lot of pleasure out of it.
It had been done just for him. If you are allowed favourite uncles, then he is mine without a doubt…always has been.
This favourite uncle had done us a great favour on our resettling into New Zealand and when I asked him what else we could do to repay him he said, “Paint me a picture, girl.”
But what to paint?
I ummed and ahhed for a few months with it peculating in the back of my mind.
And then my ahah moment. Taking stuff out of his hotwater cupboard I found tucked away in the back photos and a magazine article written by himself telling of his first rockclimbing adventure as a young man in Wales. It was a published article in the Kent magazine in England, way back when, when they wore leather shorts and did it all with only a couple of ropes. Health & Safety would have a fit if you did that sort of thing nowadays. Him being the only NZer and the others all seasoned and local, he got the nickname ‘Kiwi’.
And so his painting is entitled ‘Kiwi onTryfan’.
My tribute to an awesome man.
And by the way, he loved it!
What do you think?