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Writer's pictureBella Bee

The Drive to Broughton Gifford


Last night's storms had not stripped colour from the autumnal trees. Our tyres were noisy through mud and water as we drove past the common where a huge bonfire had been lit the night before. (A fitting tribute to the end of one season and the start of the new).

Broughton Gifford is beautiful. Honey-coloured stone houses, some cottages, other more grand with fine leaded windows and pillared driveways headed by high wrought iron gates.

oil and pastel in sketchbook

Off the main route, past a water meadow populated by geese, and across past the electrical sub station, there is a farm with units let to small business. Our destination.

A lonely, if not ugly brick buiding, two holes where doors once hung is incongrous in the field. Standing out as it does it made us woinder if it was once a camping field and this remnant was the toilet block. A strange sight under the power lines after driving through such a pretty place.

The final painting, oil on board. 30 X 30 cms.

The drive to Broughton Gifford.  OIl on board 30 X 30 cms.

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