We were driving through the lion sanctuary outside Jo’berg when Cathy had her art-flash.
It was triggered by a white lioness crouching to drink at the side of the road.
“Look at that fabulous bottom,” she said. “The strength, the curves…” Suddenly she got this weird, distant look in her eye.
“Take a picture,” she insisted, while Bruce and Mark chortled in the front seat.
“Of it’s ass?” I asked her.
“Yes, of course of it’s arse, you turnip, are you deaf? I feel a painting coming on.”
This instruction would be repeated many times over the course of our trip. Far be it from me to question the artist. Anyway, that’s the only explanation I have for what follows. Currently, back in London, as I type, Cathy sketches. Bottoms up, everybody!
