Vliegermolen Windmill, Voorburg, Holland

 

Drawn earlier this week at Voorburg in Holland. Twas so cold I ended up sketching with my gloves on. Brrr.

Still, I was able to finnish it off in the evening infront of a roaring log fire.

I had fun that day too filming storks and herons in flight, and photo-ing a whole heap of other stuff.

An Oasis

 

 

 A welcome sight to walkers, this café offers an oasis in which to gain refreshment and gain strength for the onward journey.

Virtual Prayer Cloaks

Taken a while to finnish this sketch off. Started thinking of various expressions of prayer we use.
People have asked me in the past why I use candles, there is nowt theologically significant in lighting a candle - though the bible mentions incense of prayer floating up. Nope, I like candles. they can be used as a platform, get you in the right frame of mind.
The other question floating through similtaneously was why sometimes we 'lay-on-hands' in prayer, or 'reach-out' towards the person we are pray for. Again more hooks on which to hang our virtual prayer cloak.

We are instructed through God's scriptures, Romans 12:12 be faithful in prayer 1 Thessalonians 5:17 Pray without ceasing.

Thinking through the day, if everything you do is prayer, prayer without ceasing; wonder at the many different cloak hooks on which you hang your offering of prayer.

I went for a cycle ride and walk this morning, settled on my favourite bench about half way round to write a letter and this ink pen sketch.

I fingerpainted the same scene on my i:Touch  a year or two back during harvest.
It's one of those rare spots where the sound of nature, wind, birds, trees, exceed distant rumbles of man made engines chugging man up and down highways.

The Olde Village Pump at Horningsea.

Water Pump at Horningsea.

I tootled off on my bicycle this morning to Horningsea, a local Anglo Saxon village, on a Geocaching Adventure, at the same time armed with my Postcard SketchPad.

Horningsea  is a pretty little village, what really caught my eye was the Olde Village Water Pump.

The box to the left of the tree in the background I am told looks like a Cable Junction Box. It was in fact a Telephone Box. Oops!
The full box was orriginally in the sketch, but the low overhanging branches blocked it out.





River Cam Granchester - Post Flood.

Last time I brought my sketch pad down here, sun shone brightly, walkers paced the bank - there was a lot of excited chatter in the background. That was almost exactly a year ago - high summer.

The grassy track is now a mud bath, the river flowing faster than I could punt upstream. Hardly anyone has come down here to enjoy their lunch, read or pass the time in pleasant company.

But I do hail the adventurous spirit of 4 youngsters, determined to keep School Leaving spirit up. Exams done, Balls danced and released from the fetters of education - the River Cam must be swum.

So with one on the bank and four - no, that would be 3 - three in the water, a bit of normality is returning to this sleepy bank.

In the background birds lift their chirruping above the distant, but sadly constant rumble, of traffic setting off down the M11 to London.

As I write this a spider has begun spinning his web dangling from my beard. He has mistaken me for some country hedgerow!

The sun is now out, ramblers have emerged from their lunchtime beverages. Time, methinks, for this ancient hedgerow to find a cup of tea.

Cedric & Max: Return to the Page.

I have not see much of Cedric nor Max recently, singularly uninspired in my sketching. But today, pleased as punch, they walked quite randomly back into a letter I was writing and sat down  at top and bottom corners of the page.

I say, 'sat', but indeed Cedric was swimming in the warm waters around his island.
Max was heartily singing Camp Fire Songs, standing maybe a bit too close to the fire for safety. I must speak to him about that.

The letter is almost finished now, but will be posted after Final Collection tomorrow to plop onto S's doormat on Saturday. I always aim for a Saturday delivery, so much nicer to receive a Hand Written Letter on a Saturday as the weekend is just kicking in.