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Plum with G&T

Circumnavigation of Burgh Island, with Gin & Tonic

So yesterday we swam round Burgh Island. Plum Duff was suffering from a dodgy shoulder from a 5 hour swim the day before, but still made it round. She emerged victorious and, by some sleight of hand unknown to Burgh Island virgins such as I, she had a gin and tonic in one hand as she exited the water!
(ok I admit, I lied a little: the glass was in fact a crystal tumbler. The gin, tonic and cucumber were perfectly real…)

Plum with G&T

Plum with G&T

 

On Glastonbury Tor, if anyone noticed...

Sunday Morning on the Tor

I passed this one on the way up the Tor this morning, clutching ipad and cigarette close to ward off any psychological or physical effect of being out on a fine Sunday morning, up a stunning natural feature of the landscape with the best views for miles around. He didn’t even say good morning when I passed and wished him the same, which in my extensive experience is pretty unusual for visitors to Glastonbury Tor. I imagine he was distracted, updating a spreadsheet: ‘Tor: done’… ‘Stonehenge: pending’.

On the plus side, I also passed a small child with small brown wellies on. The wellies had faces of Minotaurs printed on the toes 🙂

On Glastonbury Tor, if anyone noticed...

On Glastonbury Tor, if anyone noticed…

josie

Josie’s sleeping-in hair

Josie still has her -sleeping-in hairdo. I think it’s cool. She’s making snowflakes out of paper.
I’ve spent the weekend in London, but I’m back off now to Somerset, where we currently have no landline and no internet (!), so thought I would slip in a quick niece-of-the-day before I left…..

josie

Josie making snowflakes

Busy bellringers

Busy Bellringers, 14th November

Busy bellringers

Busy bellringers

Sorry about the lack of cats, and indeed any art at all on this blog lately, the cats have temporarily taken up residence on my other blog: http://nancyfarmer.wordpress.com/ where they are being the inspiration for a series of mezzotint prints.
(Try this search if you cannot find them straight away: http://nancyfarmer.wordpress.com/?s=cat+mezzotint).

In the meantime I thought I really must fit in a quick sketch, so here are the bell ringers on an unusually busy Friday night practice. Bell ringers move constantly, though they repeat the same set of movements so it should be possible to capture them in a sketch, however the tower is seldom so busy that I am allowed to sit out and draw anyone. I ring the bells too, somewhat reluctantly and not very well, and so this was a rare few minutes opportunity.

Up the Dinosaur’s Back, 29th October

image Up the ‘Dinosaur’s Back’ to the top of Blencathra, with nieces/nephews, siblings/in-laws, and Mum who with hindsight may not have fully appreciated what she was getting into! Of such misjudgement are the best stories made. All back safe and sound. Not everyone is in the picture – this is as much as l could scribble in the moment, then a few outlines strengthened and shading added back at the cottage. image The other pic is Georgia, sketched from across a wide table when she was moving around all the time, which accounts for it not looking very much like her. For a 6 year old she can’t half scramble up mountains though!

Kez with green hair and skull cherries

Green hair and skull cherries!

Kez, again, in the pub, again. I will admit that this doesn’t look as much like Kez as a couple of other ones I drew of her; I was trying to catch a momentary expression, rather than a ‘Kez-sitting-still-because-I-am-drawing-her’ kind of pose, and it’s much harder to get that accurate enough for a close likeness. The hair is fairly accurate however, and she did have skulls on her cardi in the shape of bunches of cherries!

Kez with green hair and skull cherries

Kez with green hair and skull cherries

Andrew, Tony and the Pumpkin

My Pumpkin is bigger than your Pumpkin, 7th October

Andrew, Tony and the Pumpkin

Andrew, Tony and the Pumpkin

Fruit-of-the-day…
Andrew and Tony, in the pub with The Pumpkin. The Pumpkin is drawn to scale, and this is the story of how it came to be there:

Despite Moorlynch being rich in gardeners, none of us had managed to grow a pumpkin of significant size for a centrepiece for the Harvest Auction last night; the ones which Percy has been zealously guarding are also modest in size, and I am happy to keep them in any case, as they are just too tasty.
So yesterday morning I set off determined deal with this pumpkin crisis and return with the biggest I could find. Deciding to stop in at the nice independent garden centre in preference to Salisbury’s – just in case – I was told, sorry, they didn’t have any. They had seen one however, just on the main road through a village not many miles away. It was on the roadside, acting as a ‘here be pumpkins’ sign.

So I didn’t stop at Sainsbury’s but drove off into the drizzle on a pumpkin hunt. Suddenly there it was, a BEAST of a thing.

Knocking on the door of the little farm shop I never knew existed, I found a charming elderly couple, and a lot more pumpkins, jars of things and other home-grown and home-made fare, all in their garage. The indoor pumpkins were smaller than their roadside kin, but some were still respectably hefty.
I explained that I was on the hunt for a pumpkin for the aforementioned auction, and could I please have the biggest in the garage. The lady said would I like the one on the roadside? I goggled and said I would love it. How much? A fiver. I goggled some more and said was she sure? and made a note to buy things in jars also. Oh yes, she’d just get the lads to bring another one down from the fields. The lads, I imagine, are of the strapping variety.

The only thing she wasn’t sure about was how I was going to pick it up, and she was afraid that she couldn’t help as she’d recently had a hip operation. They build them tough round here: she was probably pushing eighty but still felt she should apologise for her reduced pumpkin-hefting abilities.
I went out to survey the problem. Her husband was sent out too, in his slippers and anorak, with a stern warning to watch that hernia. I imagine he was no younger that she was. A pumpkin, in the rain, is not an easy thing to pick up and I have to say the task would have been quite impossible had I not looked at the thing (having tried and failed to actually get it entirely off the ground) and thought there would be no way we’d ever pick it up without some kind of lifting straps, even if I went home for reinforcements. At which point I suddenly realized why I had been carrying a blanket round in the boot of my car for the last 10 years. It was not for the purpose of safely packing paintings, nor for the warming of stranded roadside people, it was a pumpkin sling. All these years and I never knew!

At this point the rain decided we were getting too clever and decided to bucket down, but undeterred, and with me desperately trying to lift more pumpkin than my willing but quite possibly octogenarian assistant, we got the monster off the ground and into the car.

The Harvest Auction was a great success. You couldn’t fail to notice that it was to be that day with the monstrous fruit sitting as an equally successful roadside sign outside our pub now. It took four of us to manoeuvre it into the pub, whence it sold in the auction no fewer than 4 times (nobody actually wanting to keep it) until finally it settled upon being owned by Lyndon. Lyndon is no weakling but proper Somerset farming stock, probably from the same heritage as the elderly lady who said she probably shouldn’t lift it after her hip operation. After several pints at the end of the evening he wandered over, picked it up all on his own and, pausing only to smack his head on the door on the way out, went off with it. And that is the last I saw of it.

Of Leerers and Harlots

Of Leerers and Harlots, 5th September

At Mum’s 70th birthday party: Emma said I made her look like a Harlot (which, now I think of it, is a word that should be revived in preference to its paltry synonyms), but she said that was ok as long as she didn’t become a greetings card And she was wearing those things, except I didn’t get the shoes in and somehow accidentally gave an impression of boots. The shoes were red and leopard print 5″ heels: I rest my case. I have to say that I think that Andrew came off worst in this sketch: the speed of sketching somehow meant I failed to properly put in his left eye so he has a right leery look! And of course, it was Emma’s outfit that made me pick her to sketch in the first place. Never trust an artist 😉

Of Leerers and Harlots

Of Leerers and Harlots

A fascinating conversation

The facination of central heating systems, 26th September

Couple of drinks in the pub tonight. Tony was explaining to Andrew how he can set his central heating with his mobile phone (amongst much other central-heating-related conversation). The conversation was so fascinating I thought the moment should be preserved for posterity. Had Percy been there I think he would have attempted to eat his own feet again.

A fascinating conversation

A fascinating conversation