Envy.

I stopped my car to look at a ruin and saw this little studio shed down the hill from it. It was a bit of a tresspass I admit, but I walked over to take a photo as I had seen the paintbrushes in the window, and that it was shut up.

No one was around, so I had closer look. I could see it was a busy studio, with lots of good looking oils. I was suddenly hit my a massive sense of envy. This was such a brilliant little building. I could imagine how wonderful it would be to shut yourself in here and paint in peace, or with loud music.... away from the house, phone, computer, cooker, one could really get something done.