Just off the A1095 between Blythburgh and Southwold lies Wolsey Creek. The River Wang flows into Wolsey Creek and joins the River Blyth with views towards Southwold and Walberswick. To the left of the path is Suffolk Wildlife Trust reserve Hen Reedbeds.
Thursday afternoon was bright and crisp with some interesting afternoon shadows. I was fortunate to find the tide out and the muddy edges were exposed giving a far more interesting view to paint.
The sea off Southwold
Typical cold February weather with a brisk easterly wind of the sea. I managed to sit inside a shelter out of the breeze but more importantly also out of the sleet that was steadily falling. Although part of my colour sketch challenge it was a day where colour was not on display and the sea and sky were all muted tones. Despite the lack of colour it was even more important to get the subtle colour biases of he greys and to get the right emphasis on warm and cold into the colour.
Apologies for the re post but I have been hacked and the post was replaced. So here is the post again
Down on the Blackshore
A cold blowy day to be outside painting and I must admit not my favorite time of year for this. But this is why it is a challenge and I am finding value in it for myself, the discipline of just getting out there. A least on this day it was not so dull and the forecast for the next few days wasn’t great.
As so often I have ended up in Southwold down with the fishing boats on the Blackshore and I have tucked myself out of the wind as much as possible.
The boards I am painting on are about A4 in size, so not too large, this one however I primed and the surface came out in a very rough texture. I struggled to begin with fighting with the surface until suddenly I realised I could use it to my advantage and keep the brush strokes a little more open than usual for me. So the end result I have surprisingly found quite pleasing although maybe not quite how I intended it to be. And no surprise the odd seagull flying round.
On a crisp afternoon with the sun low in the sky. It was a day when in the shadows the frost never melted and the temperature reached a chilly 2 degrees C, however there was no wind so in the sun before it dropped behind the branches of a tree it was quite pleasant.
The estuary is beautiful at low tide when the vast expanses of mud glimmer and are covered in all sorts of birds. Best of all is the calls of the birds especially Curlew that kept me company. Plenty of Wigeon, Teal, Shelduck, Redshanks, Godwits, Dunlin, Avocets, Dabchicks and gulls.