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We might be well into May but there's a coolness in the breeze, so, when I finally get a chance to draw this afternoon, I take my folding chair down into the greenhouse and I draw just what's in front of me: bricks, a barrow and our old dustbin that I use for storing the riddled garden compost that I use when mixing potting compost (I can be sure it's peat free that way!).
The male pheasant scrutinises me through the glass: I'm feeling groggy this afternoon and, down at his level, with him in his red version of the Phantom of the Opera mask, I have to say that this is pretty intimidating. Especially when he suddenly emits one of his explosive 'GGG - ROCKLE!!' calls just six foot away from me.
Richard Bell, richard@willowisland.co.uk |
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