Walk Twenty-three – Malevolent clouds

I swear there’s a rain cloud up there that has it in for me. This evening the drizzle of rain had eventually stopped as I set off. But I think there was one cloud that had been holding all its rain in waiting for that woman with a sketchbook. In the corner of Spencer meadow, behind the cattle, knee-deep in buttercups, there is a dead tree that lends itself to a quick ink-brush treatment. However as soon as I started the drawing, that cloud released its rain to transform the dramatic lightning-struck tree to a far more gentle tree sprouting rain-induced blossom. Once I’d finished the rain stopped. Just to test my theory, I opened my sketchbook again up in the bluebell wood, and what do you know – the rain started again. But Ha! I didn’t do another drawing!