On a sublimely hot day during August past, I took to the hills. I aimed the car due North and found myself in Derbyshire. And after walking miles and miles, high and low I rested alongside a riverbank. Kissed by dappled light and a cool breeze I sat, sketched and tucked into a pork pie ( with pickle..: ) From those moments of enjoyment, observation and reflection I reminded myself of 'That's how you make a painting Chris.'
So I did, and here it is.