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Today’s Postcard: Down to St Florence
With apologies to those who speak French or, like me, just know a bit: the French verb “chasser” means “to hunt” or “hunting” in English. This sums up Watson Jones: his hunting tends to be more chasing, barking, wagging his tail and staring. Then chasing some more in the opposite direction. Today was mainly squirrels but a mouse (I think, or a shrew, or even a leaf or a dust mite) set him off in the woods and then in the garden. He remains a vegetarian although he asked me whether chicken chasseur would be on the menu soon. And then to St Florence, a village with more signposts pointing to it than most, it nestles between the Iron Age ridgeway and a wildlife park. I love its tiny lanes, its wild garlicked (sp?) banks and its red soil. So here we are.
Paint: (on my Ritec Red homemade earth paint): I sketched and splodged the sky in first with Cobalt Blue, Blu Turchese and Titanium White. Cadmium Green and Flesh Tint for the field, Permanent Mauve with Naples Yellow for the trees. Ivory Black for other trees, Cobalt Blue for the shadows on the lane with a streak of Cadmium Green Pale and Blu Turchese for the banks.
Brush: Size 4 and 10 filbert (bristle); size 2 round (synthetic).
Hope you like the painting,
Watson Jones: our three year old Cairn terrier. Hunter, provider, chef, forager, we live on his wits and our fridge.