It was the opening night of the PRA’s small, but choice exhibition on the top floor of Colnaghi’s in Bond Street where the work looked really good in spite of the heat of the private view:  big, bold, hotly coloured watercolours, red and orange, freely painted;  monoprint woodcuts, all of which had been bought by the time I arrived;  small-scale, table sculptures, most of which had also already been sold;  and a single rug of three commissioned by Christopher Farr, one of which – the one in the exhibition – had been woven in Afghanistan:-