Studio: international art (5.1895)

Newlyn as a Sketching Ground

"IN THE BAY" FROM A WATER-COLOUR BY FRANK RICHARDS

And if your studio be fairly warm or you give him steal up the silent heavens and cloak the big clouds
a comfortable chair to sit on, will he not always with majestical raiment.

throw in, by way of " good luck," several additions By the way, for lighter enjoyment on a hot
of " forty-winks" to carry him unconsciously summer's day, we indulge in cricket. Newlyn
through the seance ? and will he not then think he versus St. Ives is the match of the year, generally
has done you a very great favour, and, with a fine terminating in a victory for the home team over
air of independence, pocket his pay, which, how- their friendly opponents.

ever, is no more than he is worth ? Bramley is our captain, and with Forbes, Lang-

In the evenings, after work, one can enjoy charm- ley, Taylor, Harris, Rheam, Blackburne, Da Costa,
ing walks inland or along the coast. Lamorna myself, &c, with Gotch and Mackenzie as umpire
Cove, situate about three miles from Newlyn, is and scorer, and Fred Hall, caricaturist, we make
perhaps one of the most frequented haunts of the up not so bad a team, playing the first match at
painter; just a little rift in the cliffs opening out as home, the return at St. Ives, succeeding always in
it extends inland into a beautifully wooded valley, gaining a good day's rest from our work and a good
There are several such coves between Newlyn and day's fun.

Land's End, but I think Lamorna the finest. The Adrian Stokes was our opponents' most formid-
rugged country, with its little farmsteads dotted able man at St. Ives; backed by Wyley, Grier,
here and there, is to me a most impressive sight. W. H. Titcomb and Simmons, all of whom were
Simple, rough, weird, and at times strangely silent most energetic and good cricketers, and more often
and sorrowful is this wild landscape, with its big, than not did all the work for their side,
unbroken skies ever obtruding themselves, and We Newlyners used always to be looked upon
with an occasional solitary labourer carelessly by our opponents at St. Ives as a body of men
swinging his tired limbs
towards his fireside,
with nothing to goad
him on (perhaps happy
in that he is not over-
happy) but the drowsy
chatter of sleep-seeking
birds, tired with their
day's pleasure, and the
strange weird noises of
bats and of the earth-
creeping community that

hie out of their dark @

crannies as the shadows THE PIER, NEWLYN BY FRANK RICHARDS

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