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Today’s Postcard: Looking west near Washfield Cross
We have a lodger in the form of Alfie. He is a Cavachon which sounds like a French pastry but he is a choux bun of a dog, white and mustardy, daft as a brush but made from mops. He adores Watson Jones and WJ (if pushed) would concede that Alfie is alright too. Alfie attacks WJ in the woods like an Apache with an ululating war cry which WJ parries with a devilish growl and a tail nip. They play tag amongst the trees, Alfie Geronimo versus WJ Davey Crockett. My dates may not quite tally. But Geronimo means „he who yawns“. Perfect.
I had a couple of errands around Narberth so I drove up past Herons Brook and over Washfield Cross on a vague meander back towards Saundersfoot. I love these fields around the airfield between Molleston and Reynalton, old oaks and marsh grasses, dead end lanes.
Paint: (on my Ritec Red homemade earth paint): sky of Kings Blue (Pale and Dark); dark bits such as hedge and trees underpainted with Viridian, Permanent Mauve and Ivory Black. Fields of Cadmium Pale Green with Naples Yellow, let the ground Ritec paint have a say too. Phthalo and Cerulean Blue vye for dominance in the cool shadows of a weak low sun.
Brush: Size 8 round (the besom broom) Sizes 2 and 4 round (synthetic).
Hope you like the painting,
Watson Jones (our 3 n a bit yr old cairn); flintlock muzzle loader, frontier woodsman;
Alfie (sister in law’s 1 n a bit yr old cavachon sponge dog n spare pants) Apache brave. Twp.