It was a huge winemaking barn that had been my grandfather’s and it had an enormous bar... barn owl once flew in. It was so frightening, I thought, God, it’s an angel come in here. So I had to put grills up on the windows and we worked there. And I got stuck because I was trying to draw people and do this stuff I was taught at the Slade. Oh, I couldn’t do it; it was boring. And I said, ‘Vic, I don’t know what to do’. So do you know what he did? He got a blue bowl with some orange... oranges in it and stuck it on the table and said: ’Do that’. And I said: ‘Vic, I can’t do this, this is... this is just terrible’. And so I didn’t do it; I couldn’t do... I couldn’t do painting like that at all. He said: ’Just draw, just draw’ and that’s what I did and what I’ve done ever since: just draw. And I did. And I drew from my head, I drew all sorts of things. I filled up immense amounts of papers with everything and so-on, and so-on and so-on. So that was... we lived there for quite a while. About six years, or something like that? From 1957 till 19... yeah. Well, in ’63 we bought the house in Albert Street so you see it was quite a long time. And we... I came to England to have the children, I had two more children; I’d come to England to have them so they’d have British passports. And we went back there again.