Before the Easter break I painted a lot in the atelier of the art school, all small studies, mostly of knights, but I didn’t take pictures of them. At home I painted nothing that I didn’t throw away or overpainted. A loss of confidence, I guess.
I spent most of my time going through old records and trying to reconstruct the history of the ones that were before me but it’s hard to go back to Burgundian times. I’ve got the maps laid out. Next week, if my nerve doesn’t play up, there may be a small road trip.
Anyway, it is definitely true that one line used to live in the area of a really cool castle (but not in it, unfortunately, ha ha).
The castle of Horst is in a sorry state nowadays, alas. On the verge of collapsing, almost.
There are a number legends about the castle, the one best known is the ghost tale about a black chariot that sometimes appears at midnight in the driveway.
When we were children we would sometimes row in small leaky boats around the castle and get stuck in the weeds.
I could totally live in the castle of Gaasbeek, though. The only thing it needs is a moat.