Today I felt like Mole from Wind in the Willows:
'Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below, around even his dark and lowly house, and suddenly he flung down his brush, said ''Bother!'' and ''Oh blow!'' and also ''Hang spring-cleaning!'' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat'
I, have had enough of revision, I am not going to sit looking at a text book, sitting at a desk for another day. And so for today, we took to the hills.
At another local landmark, the trundle, for a picnic
and a spot of painting.
My picture wasn't perfect, it doesn't look like the scenery and has the addition of numerous of my thumb prints, but darn it I enjoyed it!
It soothes the soul.
I love both of the pictures above and below.
The addition of the horse statue I do not approve of. Why put a man made blot on such a beautiful natural landscape. It ruins the spine of the hills. The addition of grazing sheep I do approve of. It seems a much more gentle reminder of the shepards and sheep who would have trodden these very same hills for hundreds of years rather than the intrusive mark of commercialism. It's a shame that the old and the new can't blend so seamlessly as they do elsewhere across the downs.
Stunning in it's infinity.
