Been back to the little stream recently, the one with the leaning willow tree, near where my mum lives. It was a lovely sunny evening, and just as I approached I thought I saw a flash of blue out of the corner of my eye! A Kingfisher! Was it? Maybe! I am always hopeful! Or was it just a glint of sunlight on another birds wing?

I climbed over the leaning tree and sat down on the hard ground by the stream, drawing in my sketchbook until I was stiff from sitting in one position. I should have got up and moved out of the cool shadows, but decided to stay a bit longer and paint, knowing even as I started that it was not such a good idea, the colours came out dark and gloomy and I felt that I had ruined it.

But thanks to the wonders of modern technology I am showing the sketch in black and white, well, sepia!  A happy solution!

And……. I’m sure it was a flash of blue!