Harp Cottage Diary - Part 5

10th March 2017

The first Harp Cottage Residency took place in January 2017: Meadow Arts and artist Justine Cook provided an opportunity for an artist to stay in a cottage near the Welsh border, to allow time for artistic reflection in a rural setting.  We will follow the selected artist's practice over the next twelve months to discover what impact the residency has on their work and ideas over time.

Rob Hewitt of Redhawk Logistica shares his diary from the Harp Cottage Residency in a series of entries spanning the week of the residency.

Fri 20th Jan 2017

Blue sky and frosty grass: a chair sits alone in the garden

Woke up to bright sun and looked out to see a hard frost dusted over the entire hillside at the back of the cottage. With clear blue skies above I decided to pack a bag and get out with no further ado, this time to New Radnor. Walked up Mutton Dingle towards Jack's Green Farm, along an old greenway with a welcoming beech tree at the top whose down stretched branches invited you to sit down under it. Carried on up through the pine plantation to eat lunch atop a Tumulus with amazing views across the valley looking back to Old Radnor. Saw two pairs of Red Kites tumbling on the thermals and a little bird with dashes of yellow I did not recognise perched on a fence.

A view for miles from the top of a hill

I continued on top of the moor and left the path to cross access land to try to find a dramatic route down I'd seen on the map. But I must have overshot and ended up off the edge of the map looking into a very steep sided valley with no obvious path... mmm.. headed back cross country to where the main path descended and climbed over a fence with a big sign attached to it, when I got to the other side I saw it said I'd been in an area used for shooting rifles and testing explosives... oh well, just another day at the office.

Followed a well trodden route down an adjacent steep sided valley, cracking ice in the puddles along the way. With strong sun on my face I dropped down past the woodland as the sun started to drop in the sky... downhill all the way into New Radnor surrounded by wild and big landscapes around Bache Hill and Whimble. You can tell Radnor has some ancient history to it which you can feel when you come up here. But so nice to come home to warm dry clothes and a fire and to flop under a handy throw!

View across countryside as the sun sets on the horizon