wood pigeon on the feeder is as grey as the day's cloud.
It's a wet, snowy morning, a cold dark afternoon. Work continues in the
field by Coxley Beck and already there's a ramp leading
down the embankment. Another patch of country gone for ever.
this evening's programme in Yorkshire Television's My Yorkshire
series, filmed last summer, Coxley Valley looks beautiful;
with dappled sunlight in leafy glades, such a contrast today. Barbara
and I think that I look more relaxed drawing in my natural habitat by
the stream than I do in the sequence of Danny Gregory
and I drawing in a bustling Dewsbury Market.
In another sequence the presenter, Ian Clayton, and
I take the 127 bus from Horbury to Dewsbury via Chickenley, with me drawing
the passengers as we go. It makes for a lively film.
It's good to see Danny in action; a reminder of his brief stay with us
and a record of his relaxed energy when he's drawing, and of his disarmingly
I'm impressed with the way the cameraman, another Richard,
has caught the atmosphere of Coxley. In one sequence, while I'm rambling
on about the mystery of the tumbled old crack willows that I'm drawing,
Richard's camera-work perfectly illustrates what I'm trying to say.
Richard Bell, firstname.lastname@example.org