There was a period during early September when I sensed a change in the air. A smell of autumn drifting through the woods, fungi and their pungent aroma helping to digest the last few days of summer. I began to think how short the season had been, how few the days spent walking through the old woods, or over the Teesdale hills and river Tees I so dearly love.
On that same day following a long walk along the river, I stopped by a small enclosure filled with plump lambs from spring. The light was beautiful, evening shadows, stretching like arms below the branches of an old oak tree. Aware that summer was escaping I watched the lambs in the field for an age. Squeezing the last of the day, knowing that soon the light would change.
Today at 6.30pm, I drove home in almost darkness from a meeting in Barnard Castle. By the time I stepped into the house, I knew there would be no natural light to work on my large canvas. Instead I would need the lamp and my watercolours to fix that thing inside me. I searched through my photos finding a picture from that very same day in September and painted this sketch. To the memory of happy days!