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On-Site · 13 December 2017
You could be forgiven for thinking I was ice fishing, yesterday, but I was, instead, sketching an old oak tree that I frequently pass on my way to the river, not far from home. It was minus eleven when I checked the thermometer, shortly after breakfast, rising to a balmy, minus eight by the time I had captured this scene. When the weather is this cold I travel light. I keep a few sticks of charcoal in my pocket, carry a lightweight seat and a small sketchbook and then enjoy the moment!