I set up my French easel,table, KH chair and looked down the road from Thixendale. The road leads to the Robert Fuller Gallery, about half a mile further on. I have painted this before ( use the simple search on my home page, for Thixendale to find more paintings) at different times of the year. The different crops and time of year make the scene change every visit. Today I noticed the fert green field of cereal. It seems incongruous to the surrounding hillsides. The sheep in the small field are either eating or laying down. It is a lovely, still, hot day. George is lying in the shade of the car. People walk up the road towards me. We chat about the Wolds Way path which they are doing in sections. They seem to think they may have done this section before but are happy to repeat it. They are from North Ferriby and I think of some people having a birthday ‘get together’ at Elloughton not far away from N.Ferriby. A familiar face calls across. She is with her husband and after another chat they stride away, disappearing round the distant corner. The painting is coming on slowly. It is large at one metre by a half metre. I continue to paint but after about three hours decide to pack up. As I am thinking another local woman stops and we have a long chat about certain issues. I pack up and take the narrow, precipitous road to Fridaythorpe via Thixendale Gritts where I stop. George is walked down towards Brubberdale. We stop as I see another familiar view. I return in the car, George anchored to a hedge hawthorn. I set up my concertina sketchbook, open it 4 pages wide and do a pen and ink sketch.David Hockney
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