Walk Two Hundred and Ten – The last of the sloes

I’m filling up the last few pages of my sketchbook and funnily enough chose almost the same spot as on the right hand page.

The scene looks very different now – it’s cold and wet and almost dark, but the text I wrote in my August post could be used almost verbatim

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to slip out of the house and leave the little Emperor behind with the older children. Thus it was difficult to paint with a three year old who had become bored … and who thought that scooping up the mud on the track and throwing it at everything in sight was a far better way to express himself.

125mm x 410mm ink and watercolour in large watercolour moleskine