We arrived (Sth of France) to grey drizzly rain- I couldn’t believe it.

I thought the rose coloured Provencal light would knock me back, as I opened the train door, but alas today it is sumptuous – the light sings in frequency to the clarity of colours infront of me, the sun is alive.

As I paint my page drys quickly.

I hear the occasional high pitch squeak of a bird- perhaps a black bird.

I mix my new Pip Seamoor  colours; the fine ultramarine into the violet for the sky……………………………..that tells me Im quite far sth. the sort of sky I like!

The stone of this simple 20th C building is slightly textured & reflects honey warmth from the low sun.

The shadows that constantly change, show me just that; every half hr, I register the change. I darken my tones.

Must away for a swim in the unheated pool!