Below Fimber, Yorkshire Wolds.

Oil on canvas, en plein air, 12x10 inch

ERT,

Beryl,

The evening before,

Thespian love,

And a floating

Walk home.

Today

An art film

How hard can it be?

In black and white?

Or,

Natures colours,

Clear

And bright.

Sun gold

Panoramas, of

Crop illuminations.

Furthermore,
 In this

Month

Of 

May,

 Blossoms budding,

Cascade,

 Tumble
And sing joy.

Hedgerows,

Spring,
 Awakening, 

 Blushes early with campion,

Cowslips pouting

Among

White nettles,

And a

Horse demands

Fresh

Grass,

Yet

Away from the

Electric sting.

People sit on the grass,

Eating their foil packed lunch,

Gazing reflectively,
Recalling
Lives moments,
 To reach this spot,
On the grass, and
Inspecting

The shallow

Pond, 

Where swallows, 

Dip

Concentric circles.
Around past sentinels,
A jetty maybe?

In the marginal long grass

moorhens

Hide

And

Pheasant pairs

Peck and Pick

 hesitating,

listening,

Alert...ish.

Westfield Andrew

 is sitting,

On his Husqvarna

Cutting grass

Industrially,
Creating linear neatness,
Around a moorhen's pond haven,
And a nearby memorial seat.

Husqvarna silenced he

 says hello.

A better view ?

Hmm.. Up at farm

Maybe,

I don’t know

What you're

Looking for,

But you are welcome

To have a look.

Passing potato

Deep furrows

I stop by

A barn shadow, on

This immaculate farm,

While two men 

With a snarling

Chainsaw,

Cut timber posts.

At this greater elevation

Rows and rows

Of vines,

Spatburgunger Blauer,
March across the

Southward incline.

A little surprise.

"Should get some Yorkshire champagne this year"

Back to the road

Down below,

A view.

Big Dale.

With Ling Farm high

On the skyline,

And below

a cottage

Sitting on a golden carpet,

Makes for a pleasant

Composition.

Then a visitor,
From the lower cottage,

George meet George

ahhh...,

"En plein air!"

Will check it later

After getting supplies.

Dog walkers,

En passant,

With harnessed spaniel

Stop,

And it says

Hi to George,

Who reciprocates

As all good dogs do,

Sniffing noses.

All are heading for

Nearby

Fairy Dale.

George returns,
Supplied,
Recalling the Free French Army, and
Childhood memories,  of
Shermans parked,
On Steep sloping,
Grass verges,
Down
Towards
Fimber Camp.

I think he likes the

Picture's progress,

And takes

A

Picture
Of a...

Picture.

The dog walkers,  returning,

Generously comment,

They do like.
 The picture.
From the Midlands,
transported to this place,
They learn about sheep,
 And how cross breeding
Texels improves
Lamb quality.Below noses remain,
Unsniffed.

As birds sing,

A pair of yellow hammers fly

Away disappearing

Into the bright rapeseed,
Partridge imitate sawing,

As anxious Pheasants

Crack the silence.

  Patient George sleeps;

As I stop and prepare

His dinner,

With banana,

For which

He is grateful,
He stirs.

Then brushes cleaned

Off we go

To the Pipe and Glass

"Oh hello

Have you painted today?

Your usual?"

Yes and yes

Please....

Then

 Pip Pip,

A pleasant surprise.