An older original painting of Beverley.
I have heard stories of jockeys being thrown in after a disappointing ride.
I remember it well, I wanted to paint ponds and knew there was a pond on the Westwood inside the Hurn. I walked over with my canvas and French easel on a cold day in winter. The pond was very low, it had some plant growth covering the surface, though it was easily discernible. I could also see BEVERLEY Minster and Saint Mary’s Church Beverley in the distance. Also in the distance was a white block of buildings or rather one building which turned out to be the old BEVERLEY Arms Hotel. The white block is now demolished being sympathetically replaced by the present owners Daniel Thwaites. I remember the time when it was owned by Trust House Forte who provided bottomless cups of coffee. One dear waitress ‘Betty’ will always be remembered as someone we came to think of as a friend. The TH staff wore smart jackets and pin striped trousers. The view takes me back to those times.
Available hereWhen walking George on the Hurn, the enclosed pasture inside the racecourse, I had seen an old pond, heavily overgrown with deep squelchy imprints, reflecting use by,
the previous year’s, cows and sheep. Speaking to elderly Beverley residents I have been told the pond provided a home for newts and frogs in the past. As the pond often disappears, especially in the summer, this is less likely now. I set up the French easel near the pond looking over to St. Mary’s Church with Beverley Minster to the right hand side. The tower of St. Nicholas could also be seen though not so prominently. The sun came out providing some lovely light yet a little problematic when painting as I could not shade the canvas. I found that I was a little rusty and struggled more than usual with the easel. Having sorted everything I sketched the scene onto the canvas. Adding thinned paint first the sky, cerulean blue / titanium white, followed by lemon yellow / cerulean blue / French ultramarine for the grass under painting. I looked over to my left and saw three skylarks flitting around, two in particular seemed to be pairing up? Farther away, rooks and gulls were walking through the grass looking for food. This area is also popular with dog walkers and I was surprised and delighted to see a fawn briard. I trotted over and had a chat with the owner, the briard was huge. George is black and had had his long walk before I started painting. Whilst painting several dogs run over to say hello and have a pat. I am not sure if I will add some minor detail at home as the exposed site with strong winds made detailing difficult.
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