A Strange Saturday

Yesterday was a strange sort of day in many ways. By the end of the day, I had managed to resolve an ongoing long term problem. About a year ago I was commissioned to do a series of paintings for a person who was/is developing a property, and who wanted some art work to decorate the show house/flat. I duly did the paintings and they were taken away sometime towards the end of August last year, on the premise that they had to be approved by other people before payment would be made. I know, without being told, that I was pretty stupid to hand over the goods without payment, but it was done and there it was! Needless to say payment was not forthcoming, despite the fact that I had been informed that the paintings had been given approval; there were of course many, many promises that the money would be forthcoming “next week” (the equivalent of the old adage “the cheque is in the post”), however, it never seemed to materialise.

I got to the stage where I was prepared to write it all off to experience; but then I got angry about the whole affair and was determined that the “asshole” was not going to get away with it. By this time events had moved on and this thieving git was no longer to be found at his address has it had been repossessed. So yesterday morning after a Tesco trip we headed north out of Edinburgh to try and locate either the “asshole” or one of his minions to recover the paintings; but on arrival at the site there was no one to be found. So we decide not to let the day be a complete waste of time and as our walking boots are always in the car we decided to take a walk from the Den of Alyth. The walk was brilliant, but more about that can be found here, and gave us some much needed exercise; we walked about seven miles in just over two and a half hours.

On returning to the start of the walk we decided to return to the development site before returning home on the off chance as the git is known to sometimes spend the night there, and we thought that given his lack of an address we thought that this might be distinctly possible. This time we were lucky to find him there, or at least is car was outside, but on knocking there was no answer. That is, until I hammered the door so hard the whole building shook. To say he was surprised to see us would be an understatement. To cut a long story short, I came away with the paintings on the back seat of the car; so all in all it was a pretty successful day on both counts of getting the paintings back, and getting some much needed exercise, but as I said at the beginning, a pretty strange sort of day.