Meet Purity, the Langstonedale artist in residence, half-wild, with a mysterious past, who chooses to live beyond the Hall, in a tumbledown cottage a few miles along the long-abandoned road to the old North Gate, a gate that's been chained shut for more than two hundred years.
All through the summer months Purity can be found out and about on the estate, sometimes singing under the willows down by the river, or painting landscapes down by one of the little becks, or up on the rugged moors of Langstonedale Chase.
Of course, this wandering about does give plentyful opportunity for taking a dip in the waters. After all, how can you properly get to know a landscape unless you bathe in the wates? And of course, like everyone else on her ladyship's lands, Purity prefers to take the waters fully-clothed, none of that bikini business for her.
Which is how she comes to be wading into the river, at the stone bridge just above the village, dressed strikingly in a blue and white striped rugby shirt, blue and white striped wellies, and a navy blue knee length uniform skirt. All of which get thoroughly soaked as she dips herself in the peat-coloured river water.
wetmana said: love the way to sun shimmers on that wet arse x
We were lucky with the weather that day, even in the Pennines we do sometimes get glorious sunshine, and I do love how a nice plain uniform skirt looks, soaking wet in the sunlight. Glad you liked the result!
Love you, too
