Not being of hardy stock I only venture outside to paint when the sun starts to shine and the temperature rises. I have spent too long in the past waiting for washes to dry in cold bleakness or battled to warm up frozen mixes on my palette. Not any more.
So with some sunshine forecast we went over to Yorkshire and into Wharfedale to do some walking and along the way I was able to sit in the spring sunshine and do a bit of painting.
Starting out from Burnsall we climbed above the River Wharfe and amongst the hill farms I saw this scene, above, of broken down walls, isolated buildings and patchwork fields populated by grazing sheep.
Later, after lunch at a pub, we walked along the river and this was one of the derelict farmhouses alongside of the Wharfe in the shadow of the hill, crisscrossed with the drystone walls and peppered with a helping of the ubiquitous sheep.
A great day in the early spring sunshine which sparkled off the rippling river waters.