Kelston is a tiny village near Bath, by the River Avon. There is nothing much there apart from the village pub, an organic farm and a scattering of houses. It is totally- and delightfully- rural.
I recently stayed there with a friend and revelled in the very unspoilt land. Although not Samuel Palmer country, going for an evening walk when there was that miraculous reflected sunset glow on the landscape I was reminded of his paintings. Here is Kelston Hill:
And here is another very English scene, including English Oaks!
From up on Kelston Hill there are wonderful views of the surrounding landscape. I found the undulating curves of these fields fascinating:
On another evening, taking the two charming whippets for a walk, we were suddenly aware of a blast of colour- this was no gentle evening glow:
And here one was reminded of Rothko rather than Samuel Palmer:
Trees silhouetted against a sunset are, to me, always nostalgic:
And I will conclude with two quiet images, showing the last remnants of the sunset: