No More Sheep

The title of a Margot Sandeman exhibition featuring Corrie on Arran where she lived. There were in fact sheep in most of the paintings, curled up under the red rocks on the shore at Corrie. I spent a pleasant morning mooching around the Kelvingrove after a satisfying trip to the dentist. Satisfying because she expertly repaired what I thought was a chipped tooth, and turned out to be a bedraggled filling, into a routine check up appointment. I had imagined waiting weeks.