When I was called up to do national service I was posted to Shropshire. On arrival at Wellington I was delighted to see such a beautiful thriving place and resolved to make a visit the next Saturday from my camp at C.O.D. Donnington, 4 miles away.  Whilst I was having a look around, my attention was drawn to a great commotion up a side street, and on investigation this scene (portrayed in my sketch and oil painting) greeted me. Continue reading “A Butcher Intervenes” →