Here’s the final sketch I did on our Brighton road trip last weekend. Shortly after we left the amazing Silbury Hill on the A4, we spotted the enormous Cherhill White Horse prancing across the hillside. Cue another scribble-stop. It has to be done. I’ve tried to capture the scale of it but it’s hard because you don’t normally see giant horses on hills. It dwarfed the copses of large mature trees on the hilltop. It isn’t the most ancient of the Wiltshire white horses, only a couple of centuries old, first cut in 1780 by a man known locally as ‘the mad doctor’.
AND this is the last page of my lovely A5 pink silk recycled sari sketchbook. It’s always sad to finish one because it contains so many memories but it’s also exciting to start a new one. Now which shall I choose?
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Do you have a closet full of blank sketchbooks? And a closet full of filled ones? 😉
Yup. Both 🙂
Haha…I’m running out of bookshelf space for mine. 😉
Yeah, they’re stuffed into cupboards, shelves, boxes – all over the place 🙂
I almost mentioned the white horse in my last reply! Another strange thing up there is the blowing stone at Uffington – if you blow into a hole in the top the right way, you make a sound that reverberates for miles around. Supposed to be something to do with King Arthur gathering his troops I think ….
I’ve heard of that but never been there – one for my ‘must-do’ list
Thanks for the link. Now it makes sense! 🙂
It’s a very weird part of the country 🙂
🙂