Original oil and acrylic on canvas by Andrew Gault
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I read my great great grandfathers enlistment papers this week, from 1890, the army doctor had noted two tattoos on his arm and hand, and four scars on his face - from the dates he had obviously forgotten that he was only 17 not the 18 and a half he told the army. I never knew him, but you know, I really wish I had.
“It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and- rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. “ .