A friend grew and gave us these quinces; fragrant and golden, these two were the last to be turned into membrillo, which we then enjoyed with plenty of manchego. Memories of Spain indeed.
I remember wrestling terribly with the watercolour on the leaves, but being happy with the knife in particular – ironically, that was the part I’d been most afraid of painting. In some ways that made this one of the most satisfying pictures I’d done up until that point. Thank goodness that just about every picture has its successes, however small they may seem at the time.