...drama...illegal going on's.....in the countryside, Near Lund, East Yorkshire.

 27th November 2020

.....I had addressed some calendars, still have more to do, ( which, for some day soon, will be posted ) when I thought 'why not try a local post office'. As I pulled up the queue put me off, so I decided to walk George....and found myself driving to the bluebell wood I had visited earlier. As I approached I saw that a car was occupying the only verge side parking place, bother, so then, I thought, aha, I should try Middleton on the Wolds post office. So off I went and success, calendars posted...the others can go later. Then back to the bluebell wood.....as I approached, I saw some movement, a group of dog walkers burst out of the footpath, onto the narrow country lane, dogs loose, everyone quickly rammed into the parked car and it drove off at speed...good I thought, I can now park up. The odd thing was, that the car suddenly stopped after a 100 metres and turned round, before speeding past me. As I parked up, another, elderly man came hurrying out of the path and asked if I got their registration. It appeared that they had been doing illegal things, using dogs and involving local wildlife.  He ran off to inform a local farmer. I wondered whether to call it a day but George needed his walk so we set off. I walked past the bluebell wood following the footpath towards Lund. Then I saw this view of the distant church, the footpath winding across a field of emerging cereal. The sun lit up a small tree near the Church, I thought this looked attractive and started to paint the scene. George sat in the grass in front of a hedge, welcoming the warmth of the sun, looking and listening. The man I had seen earlier, returned, and told me that he had seen the farmer W and that the word would be spread about, to local farmers. Some friends who farm nearby included. He then walked back, across the field heading back to Lund. Well, well, well, what a day.

28th November 2020.    Just to add, as I packed up, walking alongside a hedge, nearing bluebell wood I heard a chattering and looked up. I had to stop and watch a huge flock of fieldfare high above me, they were lit by the brilliant low sun, their pale undersides becoming jewels sparkling against a greying sky. They flew slowly,  dipping, hesitating, re-directing finally disappearing towards the east.  

The English name, dating back to at least the twelfth century, derives from the Anglo-Saxon feld-fere meaning "traveller through the fields," probably from their constantly moving, foraging habits.  

12x10 oil on canvas board, painted at the site, POA email me here for details.