And A Few More Cross Words...

I finished the Stone Cross late last night, much to my own amazement. But what the hey, when the painting muse strikes, all you can do is go with the flow. Three hours from the last instalment to its present completed condition, which is a tidy pace by my standards. Honestly, if I could maintain this pace all the time, I'd be a much more productive painter, but I am a creature of fits and starts (and basically a lazy sod).

As I'd already done a bit of work duplicating lichen on the base of my Scots Warlord, I thought I'd see about trying something similar on this piece of terrain. So, here it is;

"The lads are taking a 'lichen' to the new terrain... I said, a 'lichen'..."

"Laugh? I nearly did."

And as you can see, I tufted the living daylights out of the base, drybrushed all the grass with a light brown to vary it a little, and voila! 

I used the pink flowers since they reminded me of the pink seathrift growing in the lichen-encrusted sandstone ruins of the monastery on Birsay, the site of the martyrdom of St Magnus of Orkney. Apparently, the flowers miraculously appeared at the spot where he was slain (although they grow like weeds all over the Northern Isles, so I'd take that with a pinch of salt).

Some people take the damndest holiday snaps...

That's all for now, but I still have the last point of hearthguard to finish off, so stay tuned!

Evan