Plein Air: Vereley

It was a dull day; chilly and the light was flat. The views from Vereley - rolling hills, meandering paths were at an in-between stage. The vibrant purples of the heathers were fading but the trees were not yet ready to show off their glowing reds and golds.

We were a small band and we had decided that sketching, or perhaps some watercolour was the order of the day.

But the cold really sinks in when you are sitting and drawing. And your fingers get numb…

And so, none of us made it past lunchtime.