In an earlier post I talked about my first attempt at writing fiction over 40 years ago. It was a fantasy story with a main character called Bretor. Yes, that's an anagram of Robert. At about that time I was applying my Art College experience by painting badges (often called "pins" in the Americas). I typically painted them for my friends in return for beer, supplementing my meagre income as a field archaeologist. Generally they were of people doing what they loved.
After a while I painted one for myself, and it shows Bretor, being me, standing under a tree. In the background is a castle and a troop of lancers. After publishing the earlier post I remembered the badge and got my wife to take a photograph (it's about 2" across). Unfortunately the protective coat I had put on the painting went funny and became sticky some years afterwards, and so things have become stuck to the surface. Nonetheless it is a somewhat recognisable me of 20-odd staring broodily out through the grime of time.

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