We awoke on Christmas morning to a strange, strangled sort of sound….then it happened again…and again. Our young black and white bantams now resplendent with their purple and green iridescent tails and golden manes confirmed to the village that all 3 are cockerels ! So, back they went yesterday to the Wild Patch to be rehomed. It was good to see Gilbert again. He’s now a very handsome lavender Pekin cockerel and about to be introduced to some lavender Pekin ladies some time in the new year. However, poor George is now on her own in the Eglu so we have done some research and are assured that Silkies are the way forward as they are flightless. We shall be visiting Canny Chickens in Carlisle next week and will hopefully have a couple of little friends for George. Watch this space !
It’s Christmas Eve and the waiting is almost over. Not long now until the scent of mulled wine and mince pies drifts over from our awesome village shop Eden Stores Armathwaite.
I have intended to post something in relation to stained glass for some time but have failed to take the relevant photos. So with the spirit of the season almost upon us, I thought I may as well post a few photos of seasonal stained glass that I made several years ago.
the Adoration of the Magi is a replica of a window in Cologne Cathedral. The Nativity is a composite of various Medieval panels with my own Star of Bethlehem loosely based on Halley’s Comet from the Bayeux tapestry.
These three pieces of stone were part of a lot I purchaced recently in a local auction. Presented here in a festive format these three I have named In the usual way. The British museum have confirmed that they are probably of North African origin and date to 6500/5500 BC.
A kitchen utensil I believe. But what should it be used for?
A painted pebble is my earliest surviving piece of artwork. I painted it whilest at primary school which dates it to about 1975. I remember the classroom it was painted in and recall the desire for the gold paint. Forty years on it amazes me how little my style has changed.
Some of the paintings I did a couple of years back seem to echo the format. Black lines divide the colours as in my work with stained glass and the same desire for gold.
The forecast may be for rain but at least we will be cosy.
I bought this little fellow from a “flea-market” type stall on Keswick market about ten years ago. I have no idea of its origins and would be grateful if anyone out there can identify the little chap.