It’s come back to me

It was my mums painting, then my cousin Jen’s, now mine. It’s of Stow church (one of the oldest churches in England, started in 975) - and the little cottage on the right is where my grandmother lived, with her 4 children (mum was the youngest) while my grandfather spent about 18 months in Skegness with his sister, trying to recover from TB in the bracing sea air. I don’t know what they lived on - as he was a tenant farmer, so no money coming in. Someone must have helped a bit.
The artist is Karl Wood, who was a friend of my grandmother and painted this for her. He was a bit of an Alan Turing figure, an honorable person, an art teacher, and was gay. When he was imprisoned it brought his life in Lincolnshire to an end, he moved away as soon as he was released, went to live in Elgin in Scotland, and was very isolated. It’s so sad that he was made to feel ashamed for being himself His paintings are now recognised locally and some are in the museum. I like it very much.
You might see some tiny black dots - these are thunder flies which somehow get inside the frames of paintings and then die. A phenomenon in arable countryside perhaps, I’ve never seen this before. Luckily there’s a fantastic framer just round the corner, so I can get him to fix this.