There were some bluebells, but there were a lot more bluebell leaves. Maybe the woodland floor will be carpeted in blue next week...
So I kept on walking, getting slightly lost once or twice at the interface of the two maps I had with me. I was looking for a subject, but wasn't inspired enough to stop until just shy of two o'clock, by which time I was both hungry and concerned that I would run out of time.
|(Photograph taken in dull morning light)|
I wanted to include some indication of the season, so I included the white-blossomed scrub on the right as well as the proliferate tree to the left, with its fresh foliage. I liked the curving line of the ditch and the wooded rise at the back.
I only had two hours of painting time on site, but I spent a bit of time adjusting the painting - from memory - after I got home.
Oil on canvas, 46 x 55 cm