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Golf, a good walk spoilt.


Swimming, is it worth it?

siberiamaster swim

Jackson Pollock is alive and well…

…and he’s a housepainter nearby. Just seen this chap from my studio window. He’s decorating a house a few doors down and, in common with many professional house painters ( or so it seems to me ) they have an ability to cover themselves in paint.

This one took the biscuit. His trousers were at a low ebb and were barely hanging on, but then perhaps the dried paint was keeping them up. There was enough paint on his clothes to decorate a small room, he was quite thin.


You can’t teach an old dog new tricks…

They can teach themselves.


This is one of a series of cartoons for a little book on how to be happy.
Last of the flurry of postings for today. Tomorrow’s posting is weather dependent. Pray for sunshine.

The red headed brass bandsman…


It’s been like winter here today so here’s a reminder of what it can be like.Taken after my trip to Paradise a few weeks ago, the Forest of Dean Brass Band playing in the park and this chap playing the tuba. I bet he plays rugby too!

Wet days like today are ideal for drawing at the desk, no distractions and as can be seen by today’s activity on the blog a chance to catch up with Siberian border guards.

Something in the air


Personal hygiene…it’s a borderline case.


Only midge on the steppes…

siberiamaster dodo

Glad to see me back?

siberiamaster backthen