Their last picnic.

Nigel waited so patiently. He was certain Felicity would be returning any minute now; after all, she'd only gone into the woods to answer the call of nature. All those tales of evil spirits in the woods probably kept the local beauty spot to themselves he mused.

 Nigel would keep the things she left behind for the rest of his life.  Felicity vanished that day, and was never to be seen again. It was their last picnic.

Yet another piece inspired by some post war British photography and the narratives which one can conjure from them. The original pictures come from a photo album bought in our local second-hand/vintage shop, called "Magpie." It's a fantastic treasure trove of a shop run by a lovely family. I got two old albums chock full of vintage photographs for a fiver! (Bargain!) The original images have such a warmth to them that it's enormous fun for me collaging various parts from these pictures, inking them, turning them on their heads so to speak, and inventing these eerie narratives and imbuing them with a (hopefully) subtle almost gothic malevolence.