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Today’s Postcard: To the sea
Muted blues and pinks and the clouds split with ochre-y light over Marros. Sand is duned by the breeze at the top of the beach, and Peter with his pilgrim’s staff is striding towards us like Lawrence, Joseph at his flank. A robin competes with a wren with a wagtail, as children bicker to tell a tale. In the banks there are still campions, pink and white, and the odd confused hollyhock growing wild in its hedge of bramble, trussed but glorious. Watson chased a rabbit into deep undergrowth and emerged elsewhere looking dazed and coney-fused.
Driving home this afternoon: this is one of the views I glimpse most days, though I rarely stop. So I stopped this time, slightly smug. A twmp of trees (one of many an old open mine as a perk for the miners) colonised by smooth beech. Swallowtree woods and Glen beach in the distance, grasses reflecting the season.
Paint: (on top of Ritec Red, my home made paint from near Penally): darks of Permanent Mauve, Burnt Umber and Hookers Green in moody melange; Raw sienna underpinning the leaves with a mixture of Cadmium Green Pale and a daub of Viridian on top; Burnt Umber for the trunks; Flesh Tint for the grasses; Kings Blue Deep, Phthalocyanine tint, Cobalt Blue light splodge.
Brush: Size 1 and 2 filbert (hog).
Hope you like the painting,
Joseph: beautiful old soggy collie, slow and doe-eyed, fast to a food pocket; hustler.
Peter: owned by Joseph; funny man, a svelte and sweet Falstaff.
Watson: our 3 yr old Cairn terrier, hedge layer, hunter, vegetarian.