It's 2am and I am mixing snow into a small mound of oil paint… it's refusing to melt and so I chop the little beads of ice until I have the consistency of slush. It feels gritty on the brush and is too crunchy for fluid marks; but I am undeterred.
I'm falling in love with the Lake District all over again. The last few months have seen me working at Grasmere, Rydal, Thirlmere and Derwentwater. I love this time of year, there is nothing better than a few crisp hours spent drawing outside.