I stumbled upon these ladies last weekend whilst exploring some of the old woods in Teesdale. The woodland floor was littered with ambers and gold. I spent far too long examining the leaves, of oak, maple, hawthorn and ash, pushing some of the better specimens into my holdall for close examination, alas only to be forgotten.
From the river I noticed a small footbridge spanning Bow Lee Beck just before feeding into the river Tees. Figuring this path wood take me to Newbiggen and not along my intended route, I decided to follow for a short distance. The narrow path is tightly squeezed between two dry stonewalls. After a short climb, the muddy path brings you to a stile leading into a lovely meadow.
Peeping over the wall, I spooked a heard of cattle that suddenly stampeded a few yards back into the field before stopping to view the trespasser. They were inquisitive, watching me for several minutes, puffing warm clouds into the cold air. Realising an opportunity was quickly slipping, I reached into my bag for pad and pencil. They proved to be good models, although by the time I added the colour they’d changed position.
The picture like the path became a little muddy and after rain threatened to spoil the moment I packed my things and stumbled back down the path to follow my intended route along the river. It was the only painting I made that day. Pleasant end to autumn. Hello snow. 😦