Le weekend x


With the lockdown starting to fray, we wanted the kids to experience the stillness of London before it’s officially bubbling again, so we biked through the virtually empty roads all the way to Trafalgar Square, a 20 km round route (I have saddle arse to prove it).  The only thing to interrupt our peace were the all the gear, no fear mamil brigade, the blinkers of self-interest firmly down.  I saw three almost accidents, their speed seemingly taking precedent over a slower decision maker ahead.  Given the freedom of the roads, the nature of the situation, it felt greedy and uncalled for.



Trafalgar Square felt like a movie set from a post apocalyptical film.  It wasn’t just that there were no people there, the pigeons had left as well.



The weather wasn’t great, so I painted inside.  Since completing Carla Sonheim’s online class on flower portraits, I’ve become obsessed with painting all things plant.




I think I want to do a proper painting, a large one:  The dark filtered light down below, the open sky above.


Can’t for the life of me think what it represents…


Laters, Kate x


  1. alexcellent

    The flowers are the brightness in the dark! Love them. Also, pigeons are life! I can see how it would feel other-wordly without them. I haven’t been able to get to a beach due to having been in lockdown in inland Canberra – but I wonder if the seagulls left Sydney’s empty beaches? Restrictions are slowly easing here. Take care. x

    • Maison Bentley Style

      So true! I think we’re 7 weeks in here…but the time has flown. Other than a few more social interactions, I have no great wish for it to change…but ask me again when we don’t go on a summer holiday! xxx