It knocked out the fuse; two slices of Hot Cross bun did for it. Standard flavour bun, none of your caramel and chocolate abominations that are available these days. We’ve not had the thing for a year, and the toaster is toast. Miffed about it, I found the receipt and emailed the supplier/manufacturer. This generated an email requiring me to supply all the details of the toaster, plus details about myself. Emails went back and forth at regular intervals, and I was asked to test the toaster again, despite my nervousness, to see if it would again knock out the … Continue reading Toasted

Yesterday, a walk quite close to Gloucester and Cheltenham at Witcombe, or Great Witcombe to be exact. With my good friend Robin, we wandered around the reservoirs, then gradually walked up the hills of the Cotswold escarpment behind on a day well worth waiting for. Clear blue skies and warm enough to increase our intake of Vitamin D. My little bird song recognition app going bonkers as the birds were enjoying the sun too. At the top of the hill, we join the Cotswold Way, meeting a couple of pleasant ladies, one of whom asked us, ” What are you … Continue reading Great Witcombe, yes it was.

One of those phrases that call centre people use that generally conjures up an odd image. This one is from my archives. Have a good week. Continue reading Bear with…

This is industrial Gloucester looking over the canal, the photograph taken quite a few years ago now. I’ve converted it to black and white and will be doing a charcoal drawing first to plan it out. The next one is an even older photograph that I have a fancy to paint sometime.I’ll draw this too before the brushes make an appearance. This is in South West France. Continue reading Candidates for painting…

One of a series of drawings before I dip into painting again. I find that doing the drawing sorts of prints the image into the grey matter, parking itself next to thoughts of ‘Where did I put those socks?’. I wonder if Cezanne had similar thoughts; he was reputed to have red socks, I think. Most of the drawings are black and white, but when doing this one, a yellow pastel was hanging around doing nothing. Continue reading Buttercup Field

Preparatory drawing for a painting. It seems to help me when I do a simple charcoal drawing before I commit to paint. At least with something like this, there’s little chance of being overdrawn, tell that to the bank manager. Continue reading The River Coln in Charcoal

Apart from the sound of the rain beating on the glass, there’s little to distract me from ‘Mission Paint’. I’ve gone back to how I really started, always loving to draw and always encouraged to draw. This started as a landscape with trees, and I’ve reworked it to a painting of a barn/shed, which is located in the middle of a field on the edge of Chalford. The landscape wasn’t working for me, so I merged the two pieces. It’s one of my favourite spots in this area. Is it finished? Management tells me it is, but there are times … Continue reading Paintings, I blame the rain.

One of my recent paintings, this one is not an abstract effort, but just a celebration of a fine corrugated shed that I found locally during lockdown. I’m not sure if it survives, but it does in my painting. Acrylic and a little bit of pastel is the medium. Continue reading Corrugated Shed celebrated…

It’s an unusual phrase and very apt today. someone keeps throwing their toys out of the pram and it’s embarrassing for those who are ‘related’ in some way. People have different opinions on how to deal with the naughty child, after all he’s always done this sort of thing. Most keep their own children away from him, especially their daughters. Others think it might be best to give him what he wants, but others counsel caution saying he’ll only do it again, and will grow up to be a sulky troublesome teenager, and then end up either in prison or … Continue reading Expect the Unexpected

One or the other, not sure if it was a commission or just a little personal sketch, came out of the bottom drawer. Reminded me a little of that chap on the telly, who was called Professor. Doctor Robert Winston, that’s the man it reminded me of. Used to be on the telly quite a lot… Continue reading Prof or Doc?