Yesterday, Sunday, I walked up to Heartwood Forest to see how the newly planted little trees were getting on. I took my sketchbook and paintbox and started out with the intention of finding somewhere to draw. But I found myself walking and watching the changing sky and the light, so many images, so much to look at all around, but my feet kept moving and I kept on walking, up across the fields through the woods and back down the farm track, and then I was home again. I hadn’t drawn anything. Maybe it was getting caught in a rain shower, or was it just that when I got into the rhythm of walking and I didn’t want to stop.
Later, after the rain, I went out again, and painted the willow tree behind Winnies Hill. This morning I went back and drew in the pen lines, two months exactly since I drew it last time. The leaves are down to the ground now.