Nearly 650 meters above the village of Bowlees in Upper Teesdale, run two small becks; Flushimere Beck and Wester Beck. They join force above Gibson’s Cave descending in a tremendous roar in the shape of Summerhill Force. Gibson’s Cave takes its name from a local vagabond who hid from police in its dark underbelly. There’s an atmosphere within this chamber, especially when alone and the last of the evening light dwindles. It wouldn’t surprise me of Orcs appeared on every side in ambush. Oh I’m just being silly!
That day, I made the mistake of lingering too long in the woods above the waterfall, having to make my way back through the trees in almost total darkness. This painting was produced from a photograph taken on the same day. Far too cold to be painting outdoors.