A ride out to walk my dog found me here, at Lund. Saw this view with the distant listed' Telephone box and thought it was worth painting. The Methodist Chapel is on the left, a building I have wanted to paint and so I started. It is, in fact, awkward to find an 'angle' to paint the Methodist Chapel with it's restrained facade, so typical of the Methodists. It turned out to be a lovely afternoon with swifts screaming overhead and rooks cawing loudly from the tall trees to my left. People stopped and chatted, in particular, Loretta and Mark from nearby Bainton as well as friendly passing farmers. I stopped and walked George towards Lockington, trying to keep in the shade. We crossed a field where we stopped and sat under a large hedge tree, the coolness was delicious. My phone rings and I chat to FSD. Looking over the nearby field I saw three hares, two of them stand and 'box' before settling to nibble the grass. Walking along Levitt Lane the smell of freshly cut grass reminded me of the cow parsley which had also been cut down, I stopped to look at the verges along this jeweled, dappled path. It now seemed much wider. The cow parsley and grasses had been cut and flattened either side of the track and I tried to 'see' it, with it all back in place, for a moment I saw the lane narrow, but then it was gone. A small field vole lay dead on the path, on it's back, its small teeth protruding from a small mouth, it's front paws seemingly held together as if praying. Though a victim of 'tooth and claw' it was not obviously injured and I joined it in prayer. It has been a constant thought for the last few days that it was a year ago to the day, that I had had my stroke.
Plein air pochard box painting, 12x10 inch, oil on canvas.
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