Back in the small format of my 7 x 10 inch sketchbook, work went more quickly. The landscape mapping in #26 went on seemingly forever. Then I reached a point where the end was clearly in sight. Only a little more work was required to reach it. At the same time though I could see the idea for this one. At first I thought it related to the owl and the pussy cat. The boat though was definitely NOT pea green. Turns out the one sailing away was Walter, still under the spell of Edward Lear. I suspect the land where the Bong-tree grows is calling to our affectionate brother, Walter. (As it is written in my mother's elementary reader.) With February approaching we might all wish to be there dining on mince and slices of quince.