A Sunday ramble in Gloucestershire
Last weekend I hopped out of the car on the way over to Westonbirt to take a shot of the Badminton back door for you. Seen first through the trees, it makes a serious statement of wealth and power as you sweep round the corner on the A433 through the Cotswolds heading into the heart of hunting country towards Tetbury.
Hanging around on the side of the road taking pictures of small and perfectly formed buildings as cars speed past and you almost fall into the Duke of Beaufort’s ha-ha is not that exciting so we continued on to the Arboretum with the dogs howling as usual in the back of the car.
As we walked into the Silk Wood, looking for squirrels, chatting to other dog walkers and generally mooching along, we passed a Norwegian spruce with loads of splendid newly fallen cones on the ground below. I picked a few up, intending to practise my close up photography and something about their shape reminded me of those balloons that clowns used to turn into balloon dogs at children’s parties.
Send in the Clowns
Quickly I fashioned my artwork “Send in the Clowns” while trying to kid myself that Andy Goldsworthy probably did much the same when he was about three and a half years old. Something about pinecones and driftwood and dry leaves makes you want to handle them and see what shapes they make. I am not terribly imaginative though.
Maybe they’re here.
But alas the ephemeral nature of working with found materials! As fast as I positioned my chosen cones, they were purloined, abducted and shredded. So ended my future career as a nature artist, scuppered by a poodle and his friend.
And then the sun set fast and furious and we had to go home.
To see the real thing have a look at the work of Andy Goldsworthy showcased here on the Morning Earth org website. I would love to copy one or two over here, but I respect artists’ copyright so I’m afraid you will have to click over there to see what I’m talking about.
Ramble over. Where have you been walking recently? The days are getting longer again in England, the woodpeckers are rattling away in my local woods and I am feeling all light-hearted again.