Under grey skies

We have lost the sun for the moment, but the low light on these black plastic bales of silage in a field near Snowshill was still enough to attract my attention today. I used combinations of yellows and blues to create the greens, mostly Cadmium Yellow, New Gamboge, French Ultramarine and Prussian Blue.

5×8″ landscape Moleskine sketchbook

The Poppy seat

We bought this seat as a garden feature but also for somewhere to sit in order to take a breather from the never ending little jobs that always seem to need doing in any garden. Last year some self sown marigolds grew up around it, and this year a lone poppy plant which seems to have expanded in all directions, has completely surrounded it, making us feel like intruders!

May be next year we will get to sit on it, that is if the foxgloves don’t beat us to it.

Poppies at Burford

One of the joys of Summer is the sight of poppies in a field. I am obviously not the only person to think so, as these were growing in a field alongside a busy road, and there were so many people stopping their cars, vans and lorries to take in the sight, take photos and even selfies standing among the poppies, that the traffic soon jammed up.

Low Tide

On a recent brief visit to South West Wales we stopped off at a place called Laugharne on the south coast. Home to a Medieval castle (a lot of castles in Wales) which later became an Elizabethan mansion, but did not survive the Civil War, and has remained a ‘Romantic ruin’ ever since.

Later, Wales’s national poet, Dylan Thomas lived there for a time in The Boathouse, a house perched on a cliff with stunning views. I believe Thomas is buried in the local church and his home is now a museum.

There were a few small boats there when we visited, but as it was low tide they were going nowhere.

Carmarthen morning

A painting from a quick trip to Wales, “Carmarthen morning” 13 x 20 inches. Covered a lot of miles in a short space of time and travelled further west into Wales than I have before. Lucky with the weather, most of the rain fell overnight, leaving the days damp but bright.

Preparing

Getting ready for the start of a new term tomorrow – it will be the first time we have been together in a real live face to face class since covid. It will be good to see everyone other than their head and shoulders staring out of a screen!

Lifting the spirits

I was feeling a bit low today. Probably something to do with the low light levels after all the sunshine we have been enjoying over the past week. However, finding a bright Orange and pairing it with a blue and white jug (and an apple), and applying watercolours did wonders to lift my spirits.

Watering cans

Now that April is here and we have a holiday weekend, it is inevitably time to start getting serious about the garden. Seedlings are already in the grow house or on window ledges, but now it is time for lawn mowers and large tools. All very well, but these are stuck at the back of the shed, and the floor space is taken up by the garden seat, table and chairs which have been wintering under cover, and have provided a useful perch for watering cans and the like. I think it is going to take most of the weekend to unearth all the tools we need to begin another year of adventure in the garden.

High and Dry

Time has run out for this car. It has reached the end of the road.

Was it once a much loved family friend, carrying memories of the open road, shared holidays by the seaside, exploring different parts of the country? Was it used for the school run or did it take a busy salesman from one town to another?

Was it always in the hands of one owner or did it belong to a number of different people, changing hands often as the mileage clocked up? Whatever its past, I can’t help feeling it has a sad ending.

Spring shadows

We have had some lovely weather recently and it certainly brought people out in their droves, but away from the centre of the village, there were fewer people about. Naturally they wanted to take photos of where they had been – and of themselves – but it is sometimes the less obvious moments which serve to inspire, such as some bare trees by a gate and the pattern of shadows thrown across the road.