Well here we are.

After years ignoring the advice of those more experienced in this 'arty' thing and after making a plonker out of myself by asking advice about things an ill informed mollusc could work out for themselves, I have finally decided to BLOG.

 

This is just about me and the things that drive me to scribble on paper and splash colour on canvas.

To doodle and daub.

 

It's about hills, mountains, heath and woodland.

It's about walking, cycling and  travelling the green glory of the West Country.

 

It's about small scale adventures, minor explorations, tiny personal discoveries.

 

I hope to be informative and entertaining. If I'm not- apologies. If I'm wrong (I often am!) tell me!

 

If you want to leave a comment please DO! ...but if you want to insult (Ive seen this on other sites)..don't waste your time - I'll just ignore you. 27 years in education - I've seen it all before.

 

 

 

Welcome to my blog

 

 

Ladies of the Moor....

By cobbart, Jun 3 2016 10:53AM

Two Blondes and your's truly enjoying a rest by the Dartmoor Christmas Tree
Two Blondes and your's truly enjoying a rest by the Dartmoor Christmas Tree
This is Bowerman's nose. Just his nose!. He must've been a big chap!
This is Bowerman's nose. Just his nose!. He must've been a big chap!
Another bloke and some less pleasant 'ladies of the moor'.
Another bloke and some less pleasant 'ladies of the moor'.

There is no intention of inferring any similarity between two of these images.

All I'm saying is - you've got to be careful who you talk to when out on the wind blasted heath.

I was lucky.

I bumped into two blondes (...it's okay the missus understands!)

My encounter ended up with me being 'cursed' with the not-unpleasant task of illustrating a new kid's book, a rather jolly tale about exploration and discovery called "The Non-Story of Ignatius Bowerman".

The other fellow pictured above is the eponymous hero of that tale (not a story - you have to read the book to understand...).

He didn't fare quite as well.

He bumped into a witch or three, and tried to evict them.

He got turned into stone, along with his trusty hounds - which seems a little harsh (on the hounds that is - they were only following orders...)

Actually I've done some research and we always assume that witches come in threes and have pointy hats and cauldrons....

hmmm...

perhaps it was just as well that I agreed to do the job....!!!

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