Saturday, September 30, 2006
Friday, September 29, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Fifty-Seven – Daylight walk!
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Fifty-Six – St Leonard’s Church
Another busy day work-wise, so another walk in the dark after feeding the children and getting Xavier to bed. To see the original on-site black and white drawing – before all the Photoshop magic added later – mouse over the picture.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Fifty-Five – Acorns
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Fifty-Four – The scout hut
This was a very quick sketch dashed as I rushed up the hill to the bluebell wood in the only spare moments I had before it got dark. I really don’t want to be walking in the dark, but at the moment my timetable doesn’t allow for much walking time unless it eats into toddler-free working time. It seems worse this week as Robin is away – and despite thinking I am entirely responsible for everything functioning in this household, it turns out that he does have his uses.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Fifty-Three – Basketball players
A day of work, work, work so I could only get out after the sun had set. I was thinking ‘Now what would Alison draw in this dark night?’, when I saw our wonderful, floodlit, newly refurbished netball/tennis/basketball courts. The man with the hat thought I was keeping score for them as I scribbled away.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Fifty-Two – More clouds
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Fifty-One – Clouds again
After yesterday, the clouds were gorgeous this evening. However in this damp air the water colours take longer and longer to dry. I look like like some kind of mad woman walking my dog and holding my sketchbook open as though I’m desperate for someone to look and comment (and I don’t need that do I – that’s what my blog is for!).
At last I’ve caught up with myself. My blog is now back in real time!
Friday, September 22, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Fifty – Courtyard garden
I wish that I could have given my Australian friends some of the rain we had today. At one point (unfortunately while Hugo was cycling home from school) the rain was so torrential there was a small river running down the High Street. I did wonder how I was going to draw without wrecking a sketchbook. Fortunately it completely cleared at about six so, as I had children to feed and chauffeur to sea cadets, I tried to see how well I could draw this little garden at Pound Farm in as short a time as possible. I’m striving to learn what to leave out.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Fory-Nine – Same subject, different media
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Forty-Eight – So much work to try and fit in
I worked all day on tedious graphic design work, with barely a moment’s break, but something has to pay for food and clothes and Greek holidays, so tedious work is better than no work. This evening – which by the way was warm and lovely – I walked through Spencer playing field and round the Bluebell wood. the cattle were unusually close to the fence and it was lovely to see the calves with their mothers.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Forty-Seven – Car in for repair
Monday, September 18, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Forty-Six – Quick walk around Jersey Farm Woodland Park
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Forty Five – Pheasant Walk with Robin
BBC Radio 4 on the 27th of September is written by her, so tune in (and for those of you not in the UK, Radio 4 can be played over the internet and with the ‘listen again’ facility you should be able to hear it up to a week after the broadcast date). Robin and I walked what we call ‘the pheasant walk’ with Xavier, and this was the view looking from the three trees and straw bales.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Forty-Four – Cattle from behind The Green Man
Up early to walk Rufus before the treat of going away from home for one night on my own without any children. Woo hoo. My dear friend Jenny is taking me up to Manchester to see a production of her sister’s play (The Salford Stuffers by Christine Marshall) at the Lowry.
Quite frankly we could be going up to Manchester to dine out at McDonalds and I would still be thrilled.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Forty Three – Burma Star Memorial
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Forty-Two – Shall I buy a stool?
Warm misty day. I painted these cottages near the church and then walked around the other wood and down Woodcock Hill. I may need to buy a stool – all the serendipitous streaks and drips were because I was standing on the side of the road trying to hold sketchbook, paints, brushes and a pallette, and trying to paint at the same time.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Forty-One – No Time
Monday, September 11, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Forty – Backlit trees
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Thirty-Nine - Three trees
I took Xavier for a picnic lunch by the straw-bale-enclosed corn that I described previously. Tomorrow he’s back at playgroup, which I am really looking forward to. I’m feeling a bit like one of those inept mothers that feature in programmes about how to manage and discipline your children – frazzled by the unrelenting demands of this very strong-willed child.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Thirty-Eight – The entrance to Pound Farm
Friday, September 08, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Thirty-Seven – Strange new farming
The weather is beautiful and warm. Xavier and I went for a walk past the Bluebell wood and in three different places I saw something I’d never seen before. There were small crops of corn (in fields where wheat had grown previously) and each of them were enclosed by walls made of straw bales with small gaps between the bales. Xavier thought they were wonderful and slipped through one of the gaps of one of these. We also collected more blackberries. On the way home however, I bumped into someone who was able to enlighten me that the corn was to attract and feed the pheasants (who would be protected by the straw bales). And then the new owners of the farm will be able to make money having pheasant shoots, killing these virtually tame corn-fed pheasants.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Thirty-Six - Xavier and a big rock
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Thirty-Five – Hill End Farm at dusk
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Thirty-Four – Blackberry picking
Monday, September 04, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Thirty-Three – Bumping into Natalie
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Walk One Hundred and Thirty-Two – the Lych Gate
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Walk/Swim One Hundred and Thirty One – Last day in Greece
We were up early, said our goodbyes and took a taxi to a hotel with a swimming pool. After breakfast, Robin and I had a little walk around the neighbourhood, but it was a little dull so I drew Flo when we got back. We went back to the mainland by ferry and were taken to the airport by coach where we did get to see the Acropolis in the distance.
The rest of the evening was hellish. As we were just about to get on the plane a delay of twenty minutes was announced, so we had to return to the gate. In the end our flight was delayed for a total of four hours – but we weren’t informed how long the delay would be, so we had to stay at the gate. There were insufficient seats, so we had to sit on the floor. We were not offered any refreshments and we daren’t leave the gate area to get some because we didn’t know whether the flight was on the verge of leaving. But there you go, that’s what happens now on airlines.
Our good friend Igor, still turned out at, I think, three in the morning to pick us up at the airport, and we had nonetheless had a wonderful holiday so we had a lot to be grateful for.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Walk/Swim/Sail One Hundred and Thirty – Nea Epidavros to Poros
The illustration above was the view from the back of the boat on our last evening in Poros. To see a bigger version, just click on it.
We set off early from Nea Epidavros as we wanted to have a look at Selonda Bay before returning back to Poros. Although attractive, I think Rod Heikell was exaggerating the beauty of the bay and it did not really justify a detour. We then sailed almost all of the way back to Poros. We stopped at one of the bays, before our final destination, for lunch and a last swim in the sea. If we had had the time I would have liked to have drawn the Villa Galina overlooking the bay. This golden coloured building was where Henry Miller wrote ‘The Colossus of Maroussi’ and where George Seferis the Greek Nobel Laureate poet was a guest. However we had to get the boat back, so it wasn’t to be and the photograph I took will have to do.
At our final destination Robin and the children went into Poros to look for souvenirs of our trip and I drew this picture, sitting in the cockpit of ‘Maria Kallas’.
We then dressed and went for our final group dinner with the others, before our last night sleeping on the boat.