Driven to tears

It was the day that I do one of my most pleasurable tasks; judging the children’s section of the village art show. Schools from all around the area put entries in.
The adults’ show this year is down in numbers, but I was overwhelmed by the increase in, not only numbers, but quality, of the work from around here. This is only a bit of the room. There was more behind me, and into the corridor. From nursery schools to P7.