Welcome to Postcards from Pembrokeshire (Day 20/365)
Today’s Postcard: “Field Near Coppet Hall”
Early morning silence. Neither wind nor wet stuff. Watson Jones’ ears up, alert and eager to sniff. Warm out, small beach, big tide, moon only a few days old. According to the lunar calendar the best time to pick and store food is from Wednesday onwards. Just saying. Saw a cormorant on the grassy cliff halfway along Wisemans, wings out like a dodgy dealer in an overcoat. Grey wagtail, twentythirtyforty house martins above the wooded cliffs, wheeling and warming-up for the off perhaps.
Sunday. Leisurely breakfast: yesterday’s bread and a knee-high nudge from a Cairn coveting our scrambled eggs. I’m stern, unyielding, he’s been fed. He gets some. We are bad owners. Garden full of birds today, coming out to dry and fly. Pair of nuthatches, a tree apiece. Dunnocks amongst the fat raspberries. Mr. Robin camouflaged in the orange tomatoes.
Took a break from building wood store lean-to at the right time this afternoon as it was warming up and so were the midges. WJ Dog agreed, being restless in the garden and missing my wife (who was Cardiff-bound). This is a field near us, some long grasses remaining after the mowers. Hazel and oak in the hedges.
Paint: (on top of my ever-rich homemade Tir Penalun): Permanent Mauve and Sap Green for the shadows; grasses a range of warm Raw and Burnt Sienna tint, Cadmium Green Pale and Pale Lemon; Light Green and Phthalocyanine/T.White for the shadowy grasses, touch of the P.Mauve again. It’s the perfect shadow amongst (it’s complementary twin) yellow - cool enough but just enough dark. Sky an optimistic Kings Blue Deep, touch of Blu Turchese, my Venetian dream blue. Trees’ foliage a mix of Sap Green, shouty Viridian and the sagey Oxide of Chromium. Rooks dancing amongst the stalks.
Brush: Size 1 filbert; Size 1 small round synthetic. Edge of a rustic toothbrush.
Hope you like the painting.