stories and illustration

Bats, Liddesdale, Hares and Dancers


This painting was in my last blog, in a gallery, which I have come to dislike as a format for painted images, so I thought I would put the painting I like best separately. The dancers in the back are travellers, the little pierrot fiddler is a tad melancholy.  The field is a real field in Liddesdale, where there are curlews and hares and reeds.  This is hill-farming country. You can walk into the landscape and see no-one for hours, the hefted sheep in many parts do not have any boundary posts, just wander over the hills. By the roadside, along a mile stretch of road, in one week in July, I found over seventy varieties of flowers. The landscape of the Liddel Valley has probably been witness great violence, as it was right in the heart of Reiver country, but now it is one of the most tranquil places imaginable, much of it gone back to animals and plants. In the house where we were staying there are bats.  The inhabitants of the previous week I was told had been ambushed by “about 30 bats (or 50 by another account)” which had unfortunately made their lives unendurable in the house.  In July the bats hatch out, and these visitors must have hit the house at just the wrong time.  We only came across three or four of the creatures in the house.  You can’t get rid of bats in the evening, they just fly round and round, better turn of the light and forget them, and remove them gentlyfrom the curtains(in a handkerchief or using gloves, as bat bite is dangerous)  and put them outside whilst they are sleeping during the day.

August 6, 2014 Posted by | Art, Painting, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 2 Comments


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