Helen made me doubt… she saw a witch in my last fantascape, I didn’t first, but then… then I remembered that special night in Tahal, that little village in the Sierra (you can read my travel tale here... oh God, it reminds me that I forgot to write part 3!)) and I had a look this morning at the paintings I did at that time. And in fact I found something strange among them… well, I first thought it was a normal tree, but now… if you give it a closer look: doesn’t it look like a polka dotted witch?
By the way, I have got a pink polka dotted pyjama.. I wonder now… could it be me, -again!- the witch, in a haze of sleep walking?
And even more strange: were there two moons in the sky on that night?