Jack Vettriano Yesterday's Dreams

Jack Vettriano Yesterday's DreamsJack Vettriano Working the LoungeJack Vettriano words of Wisdom
learn, from her parents, the secret of where the family fortune had been buried.
"And if we knew our deaths, in our land," she said, "like you do here, it would be easier, probably; but I think we're really lucky to find our way here, so's we could get your advice. And thank you very much for being so kind and listening, , flushed with tiredness, looked with sleepy eyes from one grownup to the other, but no one could suggest where they could find a boat.
Then came a voice that hadn't spoken before. From the depths of the bedclothes in the corner came a dry-cracked-nasal tone, not a woman's voice, not a living voice: it was the voice of the grandmother's death.
"The only way you'll cross the lake and go to the land of the dead," he said, and he and for giving us this meal, it was really nice."But what we need now, you see, or in the morning maybe, is we need to find a way out across the water where the dead people go, and see if we can get there, too. Is there any boats we could sort of hire?"They looked doubtful. The children