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| Crillion Le Brave Steps, watercolour |
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| Pots on the Terasse, Gouche, small. |
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| The Rode Home, Gouche, small |
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| The Well, Gouache, small |
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Vine, Gouche, small
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I am home, finally, back in Cornwall after two plane flights, a car journey, night at my mums, to collect the dog, and a long drive down to the heel of Cornwall. My dear Big Dave has made a lovely meal and I have a large glass of wine. I miss Provence already and am about to indulge myself with a viewing of Jean de Florette. Can I be homesick for somewhere already? On my last full day I got up at 5am and climbed part way up the magical mountain, Mont Ventoux, between ancient crags of white bleached limestone. I placed my right hand on a rock face and rubbed some red sand around it, time travelled, and while I was travelling a bit of my heart became part of that mountain.
I will post more pictures tomorrow, in the meantime I hope you enjoy some small gouache paintings of a very special part of the world.