The view was stunning. The Black Sea shone blue and vibrant in the spring sunshine. We were surrounded by lush green hills and gentle forest which sloped steeply down to the water's edge. We were being shown an old disused cable car which was now perched half way down the sheer wooded hillside lodged between trees and shrubs still clasping its rusting cables. In days gone by it had served a mining village with a population of twenty thousand, the cable car had taken bathers down the steep slope to the beach below. Close to the now rusting remnants of the winch at the top we sat and talked in the sunshine and the villagers remembered the old days and how vibrant the village had been.
Before we ended our short trip to the Black Sea and headed back to the big city we swung by Joseph's workshop. He'd been hosting us since our arrival in the village tea room just the day before. His workshop was a treasure trove of old weather beaten tools ripened by age. Without touching anything I wandered around taking in the sights, textures and memories that only workshops can preserve. Joseph watched somewhat bemused at the delight his everyday surroundings prompted in me. He had other plans, there was tea to be drunk and friends he wanted to introduce us to! He was was typical of so many of his countrymen, lavishly hospitable, a lover of conversation and possessing an ability to drink countless servings of dark black tea which left my head spinning.
Pure Watercolour on 600 gm paper.
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