The day was blooming wonderful. I’d been waiting for months to sketch the blossoms. I got lots of what Carmichael would call ‘Breadth’ in the sketch thanks to the sunshine lingering long time in the West just as I hoped and wanted. This low light caught the petals and gave some long horizontal shadows from the foreground to the middle distance. One minor dilemma among the concentrated sketchings distracted me...  I hadn’t made room for the lamp post. Seen through two eyes set apart my stereo vision allowed me to view past the post, choosing where to sketch it contradicted all my rough measurements ( I was standing so close to it I hadn’t noticed it... hold a finger in front of your eyes and look at it through each eye separately, blinking, and you will see by the movement in each eye the puzzling effect) and so I triangulated it’s base from the pink blossom’s tree trunk on the right to the sycamore trunk in the left of the sketch, making a mark according to the triangulation settled my conflict.

The white blossom really shone and I decided to tone the canvas with a warm dark ebauche of fine acrylic tones. The broken colours shone brightly on this ground and allowed me to work quickly. Tony and Marie popped by as did Liz and Les who’d just returned from Harrogate Spring Show and I had the name of the prunus somewhere these trees were planted by Les so I ought to remember the name soon.

I was well impressed by a young lady who came by and pulled a few stunts on her Pink Harley and she told me of an amazing coincidence...  her chosen name was “Blossom,” she called me ‘Dog’ and revved away with her sat nav saying ‘TURN LEFT’ and that was the last I saw of her. I did get to see Harry but he was trying to attract the attention of some bitch and payed very little attention to this Dog.