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Plymouth artist Neil Mawdsley Plymouth U.K. Email: firstname.lastname@example.org
These link pages relate to the place I live in and the wider Plymouth area, especially
around the Tamar Valley, Tamar Bridge, Saltash Passage, Ernesettle and St Budeaux.
St Budeaux Church
ALONG THE RIVER TAMAR Diary entry 2000
It was a morning in autumn, when fat spiders shimmer
on glassy webs. When my breath greys the air, and the
leaves crisp underfoot along my concrete path.
I looked over the trees toward the river. Something
different today: a thick river mist, in the form of a film
of whiteness, cutting the distant landscape in half.
Why so compelling, so attractive?
Goodness knows I had a thousand other thoughts on
my mind, to crowd this out. But no.
I have to go down there, to see for myself. It could be
gone in an hour or so.
I approached the river from St Budeaux with a full sun
on my back, crossing the tumult of traffic by the Tamar
I started to descend the steep Normandy hill, so named
after the legion of soldiers who walked this path ready
to be on their way to France in the Second World war.
Quite quickly, I was aware of eerie changes around me,
a dampness on the back of my neck, a milky sun now
above me, and cool shadows, like grey soldiers from
the past swirling,coming to join me as I walked into this
As I neared the river, the air was suddenly very damp
and clammy. A grey light with no sun.
So quiet, there was such stillness here. Water touched
the shore without wave, like a mirror stretching before
me to infinity.
For a moment I felt uneasy.
Unable to betray movement, less I fell into this glassy
Somewhere out there, before me, yet on the edge of
my vision, yacht masts floated on liquid symmetry,
sentinel and still, ghostly yachtsmen from past days.
I moved along the shore.
Above me the great rail and road bridges loom over
the river, only their top outlined clearly, their bases
fading to nothingness, as though the weight of stone,
steel, and people lay weightless on a cushion of air.
1849 the sunbeam caught the painted numbers, high in
150 years on from Isambard Kingdom Brunels
masterpiece of engineering.
Strange rumblings now as new technologies , men in
yellow hats weave a new web to extend the road
Some of my paintings of this area around the Tamar Bridges
Made with Xara