November

I walked to Bateman’s House. The river Lathkil was dry. Sitting to eat lunch I was aware of complete silence.No bird calls no wind and no longer the babbling brook.

I decided to walk the dry river bed .walking I wondered about the minnows bullheads and sticklebacks.where are the watervoles? Everything seemed different from the river bed.beautiful colours.mosses , leaves , and trees .Silence.

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Live Painting.

Thrilled to be doing live performance improvisational painting at Isla Fine Art on Friday 20th July in Buxton Festival.Looking forward to a fun day. I will be on the street…..

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