I usually draw from a photograph, but this time, I was drawing from memory. A walk I had just been on in the woods below Norton Bavant in Wiltshire. It was a slightly chilly November day and many of the leaves had fallen from the trees, making the woodland floor soft. The walk had taken me over the top of the exposed hill, in the bracing wind, so the last bit through the trees, felt cosy and protected.
Back in my own cosy living room, I sat on my sofa to draw the scene in my head. With the memory of the sheltered wood in my mind and my best cat friend for company. That’s pretty close to perfection.