I could see from home that Stanton Moor was shrouded in mist and low cloud, overnight rain had left everything soaked .Still the rather moody conditions were all the invitation I needed to head out . Ran into Neil Wilmot at the Corkstone before deciding to base myself at the trig point.Had a good hour or so with my sketch book and a limited palette before the heavens baptised me again. It seemed rude not to treat myself to a warm Homity Pie for dinner from Dawn at Peak Feast in Youlgreave . Good times if not a tad damp.
At last a thin watery sunlight filters through the dark clouds. After the endless rain and local flooding there is ,at least for today, some blue sky .The winds have dropped . Everything is still on this mid November afternoon. I spend most of the day clearing my studio ready for a big project coming early in the New Year.
Also delivered 12 new paintings to Isla Fine Art in Buxton .I’ve been working on these for a while and rather like the new bird images that have appeared!
So we lost the hour. Now the light begins to change. The sun is lower in the sky and somehow more vibrant. Heavy rains worked their way East on the day the clocks went back.I have a deep sense of melancholy and belonging in my soul . Buzzards hunt in threes and fours, crows make solitary journeys across the evening sky .The sun has set .5pm. leaving vast cloud fields pushing south in the cold wind. I watch them from my window while listening to Caoimhin O Raghallaigh and Thomas Bartlett.
After days of rain today was bright and breezy. I took my lunch to Arbor Low with the intention of sketching. Somehow it wasn’t the day so I wandered around listening to the wind and the odd crow.It was nice to have the place to myself. I returned home drenched in sadness for some reason I cannot explain.