Thinking of Naomhóga Chorcaí in Barcelona

it was a beautiful day at the chq building in Dublin when I said goodbye to my piggy who now has a new home abroad. He promised to play nicely with Samuel, the other pig that is wending his way with Twrch Trwth to Eastern territories
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Isn't it perfect how the little camera lens on the phone fits the eyepiece of my freebie plastic kaleidoscope! Photographed by Kim-Ling Morris

My English grandmother had this among her own paintings. It isn't hers, I don't think. She did mostly charcoal and wash and while her landscapes were lovely, I fear she often ruined them by sticking in rather wooden little figures.(Sorry about that, Grandmother, but I still love your poppies).
So there are two questions:
Who did do this? It is more a sketch than a painting. I love the fast, fat brushstrokes and brief lines that caught the expression so well but there is no signature or clue to the artist
Who is that dapper man? He was probably in England, perhaps 1940 - 1960s. Could he be the Jamaican aircraft engineer that made friends with my father when working together at a (Rolls Royce?) factory, just after WWII? What happened to him?
Well, perhaps there is another question for me - Why did my English grandmother have this in her possession?

There are those odd few minutes at the end of a clear winter day where the lowering sun sets the sky on fire and anything else it touches. The screen door looked like flames were bursting out of it. Then I realised that the patterns were from the swirling clouds. Photographed by Kim-Ling Morris

This tree was probably never so beautiful as when its fungus-ridden corpse was exposed