Along the Riverbank

Along the riverbank, the rear views of buildings mostly shielded by shrubs and trees, can be just as interesting as the more often seen frontage with their large windows of items for sale if commercial, or the doors and windows surrounded by climbers such as roses, clematis or wisteria of private properties. This is especially true of older structures which have been lived in for many generations, and are now showing signs of old age and beginning to sag in places. The chimneys here are hardly exaggerated at all.

House across the field

Painted this morning before the watercolour class from the field behind the village hall in Churchill. Not many people around except for a couple of dog walkers. The sky was nice and blue but clouded over during the morning. They are still predicting record-breaking temperatures over the weekend. I stood in a shadow cast by a tree and used a fence post to rest my Moleskine sketchbook on. If you are painting watercolours out in high temperatures, try and find some shade not only to protect yourself, but to reduce the glare from your white paper and to prevent your washes from drying too quickly. You may have to work a little wetter than you do normally.

Imperial sketch

Sketched this view in Imperial Gardens, Cheltenham, this morning before it became too hot, although I did find a handy tree to sit beneath.Plenty of people walked by, but only one stopped to ask what I was sketching, and declared it “Smashing!”

sketched in a Stillman & Birn 7.5 x 7.5 inch sketchbook

A good read

A tip if you want to sketch a figure – look for someone who is sitting comfortably and engrossed in a good read, preferably a book or a newspaper, as they are less likely to get up and walk away than someone glancing at social media. Actually I hadn’t intended to tackle such a subject at all, but his orange jersey jumped out at me like a beacon. I don’t know what he was reading, but he was still there when I had finished – the perfect unsuspecting model!

Seed pods

During a routine garden tidy-up this weekend, one of the casualties was a sad looking bedraggled poppy with shrivelled leaves flopping over the wall and across the pavement. I saved these seed pods to paint and to keep until they are ready to burst and provide us with a lot of offspring next year.

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.