Welcome to Postcards from Pembrokeshire (Day 18/365)
Today's Postcard: "Back Along the Lane Again"
Silly early morning, damp. Sensible early morning, fine and warm. Took Watson for basic ablutions, including rockpool lido swim. He then decided that the spaniel driven by tail power was his new best friend. Despite me trying to reason with him about mutual friendship and shared responsibilities, we (I) was late leaving for work. On the (frosty, silent) walk back from the beach I watched two jays mocking a squirrel. Tree top stand off.
Today, late afternoon. This tiny lane links a bigger lane with a smaller one. It's up and around the bend from our cottage, it has beeches on both sides. There's a tree-crested twmp of earth formed by a long-left coal larder, some semi-secret miners' perk. A wren sings bigger than itself.
Paint (on a homemade ground of "Ritec Red"): banks and lane an alchemist's puddle of Permanent Mauve (which deserves a better fate) with the greens of Viridian and Sap, touch of Prussian Blue. Tree canopy a scruffy blend of Oxide of Chromium, Viridian and Sap again, soft leaves and sun. Lighter bits in lane: Flesh tint and/or Pale Yellow with T.White and spirit for easier drying. Titanium White is the slowest drying white I know, and the most readily available, hmmph. Sky made of light splodges using tints of Blu Turchese and Phthalo Blue/Zinc White Pale; fairy dust and Puck's shadow around the trunks.
Brushes: Size 1 filbert (bristle) used at rakish angles to carve out a memory; Size 0 round for when the filbert got lost.
Hope you like the painting,