Woodland  47

Today has been a changeable sort of day, it started with everything for both of us, being difficult and fraught with tension and problems; as the day moved on it developed and became a special sort of day. there is no need to dwell on the problematic bits, we sorted them out for both of us and moved on. In times like those ,it is good to have a wife or husband to lean on a little.

Sandwiches today were Cheshire cheese and piccalilli;y, one of my favorites. The walk was to the south of Ripley, on rather remote and little used footpaths; one of these old paths according to the map was called Kingstone lane; I would love to know the history of that label. Not much mud, only one climb, but one steep decent, which was far  to steep for Liz to descend safely. So we became children, sat on our bums and slip down. Liz denies it, but she did give a little yippee of delight: she constantly astounds me as she toughens up more and more, even if her rear end is a tad mucky. 

The above ink drawing is of a part of the ascent up to Ranmoor Common from Polseden Lacey, a lovely walk and taking this path, a gentle climb. The method of application of the ink is challenging, as it has been in other recent work; however the pen is held very lightly and only allowed to graze the paper very gently, making faint marks on every pass. These marks are slowly built up, layer upon layer; the deep tones take a large number of passes over to attain the deep tones. Hope you like it.

When we got home Liz had a very muddy bottom!

Duncan