Watercolour on paper

Signed on the front.

Did you see my picture of the Via Francigena? More specifically, the quaint marker that for many years has guided ardent believers on their pilgrimage from Rome all the way to Canterbury in the UK.

Not though, you might recall, this faithless one. We were hopelessly lost, and, had it not been for some misguided but nevertheless welcome divine intervention, we surely would have been dispatched to purgatory by the approaching storm, depicted here looking deceptively benign.

A bloody miracle? Maybe not quite, you might think. But then I haven't yet mentioned the fire- spewing dragon I strangled to death with my bare hands the very next day, earning me an even more unlikely sainthood.