I’ve had the same set of watercolours in a Windsor and Newton black enamel tin since I was a first year art student at Falmouth. Over the years the pans of colours have been renewed but it’s one of those little constants I return to that makes me feel secure. I started doing quick sketches in watercolour of lockdown skies in March. I didn’t think I would need to make another sketchbook to contain them all. Yesterday it was an even pale grey all day so I didn’t bother painting it. Today it looks more interesting so I may well do several. There are no rules other than to be guided by the wind.
So, I wrote my three lines of biography for Backspaces. I’m so chuffed to have my work included, and really looking forward to reading everyone else’s stories.
revisiting wulf and eadwacer.
wulf is on one island, i on another…
That’s the pretty part of my visit to the beach yesterday. This is the not so pretty bit of my beach walk:
These I picked up and disposed of, along with other bits of rubbish, Yuck. Fortunately there are plenty of rubbish bins at regular intervals all along the beach both on the beach and on the promenade, so you don’t have to carry the tat very far.
Yes, those last two are single use plastic tampon applicators. Again: YUCK! Ten seconds of use for a thousand years of pollution. Ok beach clean done. Let’s look at nature again .
The gulls were pulling razor clams and mussels from the pools here.
Blackberries when still slightly sour have enough pectin to set without apples or lemons. It’s really satisfying to get a good set on jelly without adding in another flavour. Though I do like a mixed jam, there’s something wonderful about blackberry jelly. It’s worth getting snagged by thorns, buzzed by wasps and the waiting for the liquid to drip through the cloth.
dreaming of the reed bunting’s song and a cool breeze.
hope everyone is coping with this hottest of summers.
stay cool, stay hydrated, and type on.
image typed on my Imperial Good Companion 5
haiku typed on my Smith Corona Classic 12