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On the Coast Path
I’m out enjoying a walk between Praa Sands and Prusia Cove, it’s a glorious evening on the Cornish Coast Path. It’s been a hot, sunny day and the evening is still warm. With the sun just starting its descent. I hope to do a little sketching along the way.
Featured sketch above:
Looking into Prussia Cove
This sketch is using charcoal & pastel on grey, A4 coloured paper looking into Prussia Cove. Beautiful with the sun going slowly down. In my mind’s eye, I can see one of ‘The King of Prussia’s’ smuggling ships slipping gently in.
The grey pastel paper is a Clairefontaine, grey pastel paper pad, 9 x 12”, with willow charcoal and white pastel used. The other two sketches are on Daler Rowney, Red & Yellow cartridge paper. Using my Winsor & Newton, watercolour field paint box, a dip pen, with a bottle of black ink and a 6B pencil.
The King of Prussia
John Carter was known as the “King of Prussia”. He was the most successful smuggler in the Mounts Bay area, between 1777 and 1807, with his two brothers Harry & Charles. The cove was originally called Porthleah but became known as Prussia Cove after the notorious and profitable smuggling operation carried out here. They also used Pisky’s Cove and Bessie’s Cove which are just a little further round the headland. These three coves are sheltered, secluded and are said, to have caves connected with the house above by secret passages.
However, all is very peaceful tonight, with the Blackthorn out in flower on the cliff tops. A hawk takes off below me and flies away south, but I am too slow to see it properly, so I’m not sure which kind it is.
On the Rocks
A sketch using a dip pen, brush & a bottle of ink. Trying to capture the movement of the water. With watercolour wash added when I got back home, (I indicated where the clouds were with light pencil) ~ A4.
I’m sitting on the rocks, by a slip. Which has been hewn out through the cliff, at Kennedy Sands, looking across at Prussia Cove and it’s Enys.
(Enys is Cornish for Island. There are several Enys’ named as such on the OS map. You can imagine Mr OS going around collecting the names of places, “Can you tell me what that is called, my man?” “Es Pard, thas an Enys.”)
A yacht that was anchored in the cove as I walked along the cliffs, is now underway and sailing off.
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