Approaching Goodmanham Wold Farm, East Yorkshire.

Up early and out walking George, saw this view after the walk and as I had my pochard box with me, I decided to quickly paint the scene. It was dry, though rain had been forecast, so I worked quickly. The great thing about being outside painting is that it involves you in the scene. Inasmuch as serendipitous meetings can happen which seem to filter into the painting so that, later when looking or indeed reading the painting, there appears invisible memories which enhance the experience. This may seem a little esoteric, however, when I look at this I will recall a delightful scene, a father holding two dogs on leads his young cyclist daughters exercising along the quiet road. Farming odour wafted towards me on the westerly breeze, later confirmed as ‘pigs’. The woodland on the right hand side of the road is due to be managed in the next year, with old rotten wood being replaced with new saplings.