The History of Stained Glass in England

Everything is clear now. What a fool I’ve been. For several weeks now, David has been as cheerful as a giraffe in a kimono, and I couldn’t work out why. Yes, work is going well. But, all the same, we’re English, which means – well, bowler hats, cricket bats and lots of milk with your tea. However, just this morning he thumped the latest glossy copy of Period Homes & Interiors on my unsuspecting writing desk (yes, and spilled my milky tea …). Oh well, few of us can resist dancing in the spotlight of media attention. And David likes to dance. Oh yes, see here. (It’s the second page he got all frisky about, bottom-right. Above it, you even see the Master’s hand, working on the Dinder Crest.)

Saint Peter

Goodness me, we get to see such lovely things. My friend and colleague, Fábio Fonseca, has just sent me this beautiful photograph of Saint Peter (I think Fábio might be restoring it right now; his studio is in Sao Paulo, Brazil).

I could look at this photo for hours and lose myself. (I only wish I had the real thing.)