Today's Postcard is Back Lane, by my wife's mum and dads'. Behind me the lane runs down towards Wisemans. Very steep and short, long in the (muscle) memory afterwards. The brightest of ferns (Harts' Tongues smooth and scallop-edged) nod amongst deep shadows. Jay and a Yellowhammer! I never see Yellowhammers. Ash trees now a pale sage, lane aflame with loveliness. Hazel coppice soft and slender, the odd pale roof down a bank.
Pembrokeshire. Sit down and wait.
oil, canvas on board, homemade paint