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The Cockle Picker’s Warning

22 Feb


I was supposed to be going off traipsing across South Wales today, drawing ancient standing stones with Dewi the prehistorian and Melvyn the filmmaker. I woke up to rain, not unusual in these parts and then Dewi rang to say he’d been talking to a cockle picker in Loughor who said the cockle pickers weren’t going out today because the weather was going to be too bad. If anyone should know, it’ll be a cockle picker. So we heeded the warning and I didn’t get to do any drawings for my blog today.

I’ve been blogging for about 6 years now and generally blog a new piece of art each day, even if it’s just a quick scribble in my sketchbook. But I have a huge amount of artwork that I did before my life of blogging so I’ll post one of these, a very quick nude drawn speedily with a block of chalky pastel into an A3 sketchbook.


I’m travelling across South Wales with prehistorian Dewi Bowen and filmmaker Melvyn Williams. Dewi is researching his new book, ‘Hunting The Wild Megalith’, based on the premise that the ancient Welsh legend, The Boar Hunt / Y Twrch Trwyth, from The Mabinogion, can be tracked across the sites of Neolithic monuments throughout the South Wales landscape and Melvyn is making a film of our journey. Here’s a short one he did late last year…..

I am putting my series of drawings of ancient Welsh monuments on Artfinder.  If you want to see more, please click on the image below or the Artfinder link at the top right of this page.

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Cockles And Icecream

15 Apr

Ink sketch: the beach at Burryport.

Still babysitting and we took the two little ‘uns to the beach at Burryport today. It’s a funny little town which has been a bit rundown for many years, yet has a beautiful harbour with Georgian cottages, a lighthouse and a lovely beach. The car park had a coupke of vans selling seafood and icecream and the sprogs munched their way through a pot of cockles each and finished their repast with a traditional Mr. Whippy. Then off for some beachcombing where I did a couple of sketches. You have to work fast when kids are running around but it’s surprising how much you can get down in a hurry. I love sketching these ordinary little moments in my life; the memories are so much more vivid than they would be with a camera. I just have to flick through my sketchbook and it comes back; the salty taste of the air; the popping sound of the seaweed underfoot, like nature’s bubblewrap; the vivid blue sky and the dark grey ‘Granny’s Custard’. Here’s Husb above with our little great-niece and below our great-nephew exploring a rock pool.

Ink sketch: small boy on the beach.

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