Packing the studio, what survives the move

I am writing this from a half-packed studio in Royal Tunbridge Wells, two suitcases by the door, one easel against the wall, and the Indian ink pots wrapped in newspaper. The sable brushes are travelling with me. The watercolours are travelling with me. The Pantiles, somehow, is travelling with me too, even though it stays exactly where it is.

This is the third entry in the Pottering Home series. Each month I'll write something brief about the move from England back to South Africa, the move my whole working life has been quietly preparing for. I am not making a clean break. The English collections will keep arriving as I keep painting.