I got to walk on frozen snow earlier in the week. I had to travel all the way to the Cotswolds to find it. There had been a foot of snow the week before but it had almost all gone. Almost. There were remnants left in the cold corners of the fields where the low winter sun’s rays did not directly warm them. It even rained a few times when I was there but these remnants did not melt. It was too cold. So, I got to experience a small thrill as my boots crunched on the ice. It was fleeting but fun.
New oil painting “Stroud from Rodborough Hill” – £295 .
“I often catch the train to Stroud in Gloucestershire to visit my parents who live in Bussage, above Stroud.
This painting reminds me of the excited child-like feeling as the train pulls into Stroud train station, when the hill layered houses suddenly start to peek through the trees.
Not only am I excited to be seeing my parents but I am excited about spending time in the glorious Cotswolds.
I have never come across such a beautiful living landscape as the Cotswolds. I have never seen so many dwellings, hamlets and villages all built in gorgeous sun absorbing limestone, hugging hills and valleys. It is a magical place, as if plucked from a child’s fantastical imagination.
The airy anticipation is reflected hopefully in this painting, which is slightly summer balmy in it’s sunny excitement.”