Every day, while John went off for a walk, I sat myself on a hill, or by a lake, and sketched my socks off. This is me at Castlerigg Stone Circle, which is thought to be 4 thousand years old:
While I was sitting there, a lady from Thailand laid on her back in the centre and banged a tiny gong, to call spirits. Someone else proposed to his girlfriend. She said yes and shed a tear, while another stranger took their photo. It was all go! This is what I am painting above (it's watercolours with Inktense watercolour pencils):
As this is all a bit of a new departure, I wanted to experiment as much as possible, so took various media away with me, which of course meant a heck of a lot to try and cram into my rucksack every morning. The pastels in particular were tricky, but I thought they would help me to work larger. I used this old container from B&Q, meant for screws I think, but they weighed a ton and it was like carrying a brick on my back!
We were rained off entirely on 2 days and I had a couple of wet half-days, when I tried to soldier on, but quickly realised it is impossible without shelter. Otherwise, I was out there with my sketchbooks right through until about 6pm each day.