It’s been a busy summer for me with exhibitions, the B&B and the gite etc, things are calming down a bit now. I installed my last exhibition of the year, a 4 day group expo in Brantôme, a beautiful town about an hour north from us, often called the Venice of the Perigord, which is stretching it a bit, it’s built on an island where the Dronne splits into two and then becomes one again, it’s very pretty but it’s hardly Venice….
Anyway now that’s up and running, I’ve had the luxury of having a few hours actually painting and not framing, numbering and labelling, they’re only 15x15cm, but it was good getting back to some painting again.
We’ve had some incandescently sunny days of late, today’s weather menu was accompanied by a crisp north wind ready to whip the drying leaves off the trees. This is early morning, showing my artistic lawn mowing.
The hunt started a couple of weeks ago, my most hated part of the year, such a shame when it’s also a beautiful time for colour and harvesting figs, apples, walnuts and chestnuts. Our neighbours’ harvest of chestnuts is completed, it takes 3 weeks of backbreaking work, prising open their defensive prickly shells with thickly gloved hands, 27 seasons we’ve watched them hard at work, a season which rolls round quicker every year, just as the vendange does. The next seasonal event will be the cranes flocking south from Scandinavia and Germany, sigh…..
The cat likes to crawl into the roof space in my studio, a regular sun trap, she sneaks up there silently and then leaps down with a plop onto the plastic ceiling, without fail freaking me and the dog out! This photograph should be accompanied by the music from 2001.
Lastly here’s proof that Graham and I found our pot of gold here: