Sunset in a muddy puddle, when life gets you down always remember that pleasure is often found in the most unlikely places. The drove leading up to our home is rough, scared with the daily abuse of tractors, combines, potato wagons and the sharp pointy hooves of countless horses. It undulates with the Fens rise and fall and in the 8 years we have been here it has cracked and drifted, been patched up and filled on an annual pattern of repair, though never as far as our house which rests just beyond the reaches of the councils loving care. Outside our house at present is a sweeping road scape that if you were to lie down, as I did for the photo, the fens transform themselves into the Lake District, all be it a tarmac’d version with black muddied waters.

A couple of faces off the train to work. The paper of the Moleskine watercolour notebook is perfect for the pens that I use although the cost may prove prohibative as it took me only a month to fill the book whereas with the Seawhite and Daler-Rowney books I took about 3-6 months and they cost less. But I am drawn by the quality and inspired to draw more, infact I am becoming rather defensive about the time available to me to draw.