Dimensions
129 x 198 x 24mm
November 1942
Dear Elizabeth,
I've got myself a new project, to cheer myself up a bit. It has absolutely nothing to do with the war effort - and thank Heaven, that's what I say. We're completely starved of art in London these days, of course. Anything decent was stashed away by the authorities years ago. What's been decided is that the National Gallery is going to dust off one masterpiece each month, put it on display, and allow us masses to trail in front of it. I've promised myself solemnly that I will go along each month to see whichever painting it is that has been chosen, then write and tell you all about it. So, what do you think? It must be better than knitting socks for sailors or collecting old tin to turn into Spitfires.
Love Daisy
Seventy years later, Daisy's words have an unimagined effect on Claire. Devastated after a miscarriage she has distanced herself from her own life, and from her husband Rob. And as Claire traces Daisy's life, month-by-month, painting-by-painting, she starts to notice intriguing parallels between their lives. But Daisy is from another time, and though the paintings remain, as beautiful as ever, Claire needs to accept that the past cannot be changed if she is ever to move on.
