Waking up to torrential rain and gale force winds on our short break to North Wales, Husb and I decided to ditch the planned walk along mountain paths and opt for a steam train ride from Caernarfon up the mountains to the legendary village of Beddgelert. It was pouring and windy outside but we were cosy on the little train, sipping hot tea as it puffed its way up through magnificent scenery. It’s a nice way to do some sketching too.
I’ve been wanting to use this black sketchbook for ages, I tried one or two things in gouache and they didn’t work out, but these Sennelier soft pastels are great. I peeled most of the paper off and used them on their side to get that blunt, blocky feel to the sketches that was similar to the Eryri landscape.
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