The painting below had a tricky beginning. I'd forgotten my double-dipper so had to paint with pure white spirit and no oil medium - the cold and fine snow seemed to affect the texture of the paint so it felt quite dry despite liberally using the wet spirits.
Cows at the watertank in snow, and Willow Trees
Looking towards Little Cheverell
All this was unerving and I couldn't really concentrate standing two feet from the fence, with 20 ton of cattle steaming so close to my elbow, so I did the painting above, moving off about 20 ft (observing the 1ft per 1ton, safety rule:) and standing with my back to them - still unerving and checking behind me every now and then!! This time mislaid my rigger, an essential brush, for lines and detail, so the painting hasn't reached a successful conclusion.
Then I was facinated, watching a small flock of starlings flying back and forth, like they weren't sure where best to settle. It looked a primal landscape, more like from a Bruegel painting, hardly like England.