Huts dotted on outcrops at Ecrehou When eighteen friends and family who have known each other for about 35 years are thrust together to celebrate a sixtieth birthday there's quite a buzz. When it takes place in referendum week on the waters of the Channel between the UK and the Continent (I think we used to call it), this physical fault-line coupled with our hosts choice of activity added to the befuddling of minds amongst us. For in 48 hours we managed to leave mainland UK through Southampton water, arrive in continental Cherbourg three hours later, to be set aboard a sailing vessel to back ...
I live in the just above the Yarty River where East Devon is at its best with an open texture patchwork of permanent pasture. As a dairy farming area precious few of the fields are cultivated and so we see a lovely balance of different greens of the grass at different stages along with stands of trees and very few buildings poking out of the verdant valley. Using blues and yellows I achieve the distinction of green against green to represent the field patterns in the local valleys where I walk every week.
I took six tubes of acrylic colour and a titanium white to Sri Lanka and that passed customs in the hand luggage. (more…)
Sitting on the wet sand on Saunton sand, North Devon in weather that was about to storm meant (more…)