I’d seen this beech hedge on the way to my brother’s gallery at Askham Cumbria that cried out to be responded to. I walked back to it a couple of days later and stood in a gateway to draw it. I don’t really want to share the sketch as it may become a painting in response to my Vanaheim explorations based on Norse mythology for the Cambridge based arts group Artipeeps. I can share some of the photographs as a taster as it were. The woods were full of squawking and squabbling pheasant. The colour was rich and astonishing. I lost track of time as usual whilst drawing until I got cold and wet because of the rain. Time to make a sharp exit back to Askham.