Saturday, 28 April 2012

April Fades.....

It is late evening ,I have been tending to a couple of watercolours for most of the day .A typical April wind whips across the sky and around our heads as we step out of the door .The sky is clear. After two weeks of rain and heavy showers you can see forever. Ambling along with the wind pushing us forward  the sky ahead  is amazing .Pink and yellow, an amazing light blue in front , grey and blue behind.

 Changing moment by moment clouds scud past morphing shapes and colour as they rush from North to South .A half moon hangs high and is blue but will presently revert to milky white. Along the lane trees are black skeletons etched against the sky , on the horizon every trunk and branch are detailed .Very beautiful and moving .Dusk closes in and we turn from home .Magic crackles in the air .
Then, to our joy, by our shoulders on the other side of the hedge a Barn Owl steals by in search of supper. Quiet as a ghost glowing silver and white the owl floats by totally unconcerned with us and our world of money grabbing bankers , lying and deceitful politicians, murders and fear mongering journalists. A sobering and magical moment . Hand in hand we are thrilled beyond belief.
Rivendell awaits with the promise of tea and cheese scones.

A damp day on the Moor

a recent visitor

Friday, 27 April 2012


Spirit's" FUTURE GAMES" a classic on repeat all day while paint fumes freak me out.. 

Sunday, 22 April 2012

At the right time...

Books come and go, sometimes they ask to be consumed on arrival . Others however just wait patiently for the right time to be read. Such a time has arrived for this volume

She has sat on the C.D.L. shelf for just over a year now waiting an opportune moment . This book will be my companion during  the journey that is "The Stanton Moor Project".
Sunshine and April showers and a little touch of magic in the background

and a beginning

Saturday, 21 April 2012



"I am told there are people who have no care for maps, and find it hard to believe. The names, the shapes of woodlands, the pre-historic footsteps of man are still distinctly traceable up hill and down dale, the mills and ruins, the ponds and ferries, perhaps the standing stones or the Druidic circle on the heath; here is an inexhaustible fund of interest for man with eyes to see, or tuppence worth of imagination to understand with.

Sunday, 15 April 2012

from 2010

whatever the season...

Stanton Moor and The Nine Ladies.
Julian Cope in his book "The Modern Antiquarian" ....the atmosphere is one of prehistoric exhilaration.
I cannot wander Stanton Moor without having my breath taken away by the wonderful and magical sense of place that enfolds me whatever the weather.
I am indebted to Janette Hockley-Webster and Bakewell Arts Festival for the opportunity to explore this landscape.