Original oil and acrylic on canvas
Earlier this month I sat and watched the sun sink into the Corryvrechan, the Coire Bhreacain the cauldron of the speckled seas, it’s sad we’ve lost the meaning of place names. I thought of my Grandmother Winnie, she could remember the Great War starting, lived through the Great Depression and had been evacuated during the Second World War, she told me that she felt sorry for us young people! “You have to work too hard” and you “live in hard times” she would tell me I was incredulous with the thought - she lived for a time in Inveraray and I see her in my minds eye when I drive through that village on my way to Craignish. I always wonder why the landscape makes us think of people we knew.
”Lang may yer lum reek” as she delighted in wishing you when parting.
The painting is of a little road on the West Coast in Argyl and Bute.