Stanley loves my roses. He shimmies past the thorny branches every morning before dawn, and spends a good hour or two among the sweet scents of the rose bed. As the local cockerel trumpets the start of the day Stanley plucks a rose, and leaps over the fence and out along the back fields. He tells me he takes the rose to give to his herd, a different one each day. But Basil Bluetit told me he often asks him to fix it onto his left antler to show his superior style to any visiting young bucks who fancy their chances.
It’s not often I bring part of an animal’s anatomy into a description, but I can honestly say these framed canvases are the dog’s b@//*#ks! - they are absolutely stunning; the nearest thing I can offer to an original painting. The top-quality canvas nestles perfectly within this contemporary black frame, with a small 5mm gap to create a floating border. I honestly couldn’t be happier with them!