Rike

The Muse and her sister came round for their annual Christmas portrait this morning. The Muse is still so smiley, I am not sure I am 'allowed ' to call it love but whatever it is it certainly suits her. She went to a Scottish ball with her beau recently. I would have loved to have seen her on the dance floor. I have really been missing my time with her, I'd like to keep that one. She has promised to come see me in the New Year. Looking forward to it immensely.

It's not easy being the little sister when your older sibling is so everything. So accomplished, so talented, so beautiful. I know Rike worships her. I am not quite sure Rike quite recognises her own wonderful qualities yet.

SHe reminds me of a young Jean Shrimpton.