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Today’s Postcard: From the bridge, Carew
Just after dawn Watson Jones nudged me awake and handed me my bribery cuppa: the sun’s up, I need a walk. This spell of dry weather continues and is most welcome (but I’m not a farmer and we’ve got an outside tap). We sat in the woods and thought about little. Well, me anyway. Watson asked me how an internal combustion engine worked. The light at Carew bridge over the millpond at the end of the afternoon is spectacular and I’ve often nearly nudged the edge of the bridge by not paying the road due attention. So here we are.
Paint: (on my Ritec Red homemade earthy paint): sky of Kings Blue Pale, touch of Cobalt, lots of Titanium White; darks of Ivory Black, woven on the water with the same blues, some Burnt Sienna, some Light Pink.
Brush: Size 6 filbert (hog); sizes 2 and 00 round (synthetic).
I hope that you like the painting, huge congratulations to my friends RJ and Helen on their wedding yesterday, llongyfarchiadau i chi.
Watson Jones: four yr old cairn terrier; breakfast chef and toast scraper, cheese board attendant.