The snow melted, and the pace of life returned to a gallop. Watercolour classes have begun at Haverfordwest Community Centre, with ten beginners in the morning and 13 improvers in the afternoon. Most of those in the improvers class are returning from last year – does this mean I didn’t do a good enough job continue reading »
Nice things about Christmas: Being able to have a glass of wine at lunchtime without feeling guilty. Jigsaws and mince pies and walks on the beach. Listening to sublime singing in a tiny church by candlelight (ancient Welsh carols sung unaccompanied by a raven haired young vicaress, but that’s another story….). Things I don’t like continue reading »
I’m not very good at winters. From September onwards I wear so many layers of clothes that getting dressed in the morning takes ages, but I’m still permanently cold. Bracing walks after a day at the drawing board are out of the question because it’s gone dark by then – and is usually raining too. And continue reading »
Walking round Lundy we wondered why the beautifully crafted stone lighthouse had been replaced by two modern ones low down at each end of the island. Then we found out why. At 567 feet above sea level it was the highest in Britain, but so often obscured by fog and low cloud that it was useless continue reading »
Pembrokeshire is beguiling in the sunshine. I spent the afternoon at Sandy Haven with my watercolour class, having bullied them into trying sketching outdoors instead of always working from photos. There’s something surprisingly absorbing about sitting on a wet patch of sand splashing paint on the page, focussed on the subject, timeless. Everyone else enjoyed continue reading »