Skip to main content

Old Inn

Here's the building Charlie was sketching. In the 1860s it was known as the Shamrock Inn. It is not as well preseved as the sandstone buildings but has lots of character. I particularly like the horse trough.

JM said he would like to see the artist's sketch so I have appended another couple of photos of Charlie to today's post. He was only starting so it looked rather unpromising, but his finished paintings show its potential.

From The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes
"The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door."


  1. The inn is so picturesque! I didn't like to ask how his sketch was coming along, but in fact what you show is the best answer - still opportunity to imagine the final piece but good signposts too. I bet it will make someone's wall very cheerful!

  2. One of my favourites: The Highwayman. I love the pounding beat and that sexy Bess tossing her black hair!!

    Good images and story about Charlie who must be some dasher given he has a red sports car!

    Unless you 'fess up to it being yourn ...

    This Monday evening I start a series of drawing classes. Have not drawn since the boy and I lived on the farm when Mum would often find the three of us down the milking paddock drawing fence posts and the like.

  3. I think it must be lovely to have the kind of gift that allows you to sit and recreate nature for others to see. Charlie is a very fortunate man indeed.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The filmy veil of greenness

We crossed the border into Victoria cruising down a lovely timbered road before breaking into the rich dairy country of Gippsland. It is wonderful to see the land green after more than 10 years of very dry weather. But most of the state of Victoria is still drought declared.

The Pasture by Robert Frost
"I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long. You come too."

The end

I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog - My Bright Field - to record the delights of my new life adventure.
If you are interested follow me over there.  I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels.  The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.

Book Now

Over the road from the rose gardens in Bendigo, a beaut second hand bookshop.