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Today’s Postcard: Woods above the beach, Coppet Hall
A cold, bleak light, not much warmth nor welcome in it. Thus Thomas Hardy started each of his novels…sorry, ghosts of A Level English Lit. Anyway amidst the chill we found snowdrops on a tree trunk midstream near the ironworks at Stepaside; primroses amongst the lime kilns nearby, and if every tiny foxglove plant bears blooms we’ll have a spectacular June. I just want to paint outside.
Paint: (on my Ritec Red homemade earth paint): the woods above Coppet Hall beach will soon be full of bluebells, but the stark light today was a reminder that we’re still in midwinter. The sky and sea was basically Titanium White with a smidge of Kings Blue Pale, and the rough ambiguous land mass was Permanent Mauve and a little Naples Yellow. I mixed Viridian and Ivory Black for most of the undergrowth and tree structures; light daubs of Cadmium Green pale with Cobalt for the shadowed ferns.
Brush: Size 4 filbert (bristle); sizes 1 and 2 round (synthetic).
Hope you like the painting,
Eloise: wonderful wife, walking partner and flower pointer-outer;
Watson Jones: our 3yr old cairn, exhausted after being run ragged by
CJ: lodger, happy Collie/Springer, indefatigable, inexhaustible.