We visited the George Wyllie exhibition today, at The Beacon on the doorstep of his work and home.
I have the dubious distinction of almost knocking George down one day. He would regularly partake of a meal and a small drink in the Cafe Continental in Gourock and then simply walk across the main road without looking. My journey home coincided with his journey home, the rest was very nearly history.
This shot shows Maisy with George's sub, a bit smaller than the ones I normally shoot.
The picture bottom right is my own George Wylie watercolour that I was fortunate to be able to acquire a couple of years ago.