Watercolours hills lying under the vast sky of fluffy clouds casting their shadows over the green valleys. Here I wandered with my camera taking these snapshots.
An ancient hut of sticks and stones still remained standing by a field of white poppies.
A soft sound of bells pealed from a little church in the village reminded me it’s lunch time, no wonder I felt so hungry walking by the village bakery, I could not be bothered with breakfast this morning.
The weather continued to be warm and sunny and the tourists came out by the busload, the village traders must be delighted.
I walked toward Saint Luke church, it was only a small church, the pews filled with knitted cushions of a red cross over a blue background. He must be a physician of some sort, the healer perhaps. I stayed for a short while and had a little chat with him.
The church stood on a slope overlooking a small undulated valley scattered with rusted tin-roofs, such was a lovely scene to attempt in watercolours and I didn’t even carry a sketch pad.
Along the residential areas, I caught sight of so many beautiful old fashion stone cottages surrounded by well-kept gardens blooming with flowers, reminded me of the colonial period paintings I saw in some of the galleries.
I am beginning to like Richmond quite a lot but don’t think I call it “love” just yet.