The milky but nevertheless strong light of the low winter sun as late a five in the December evening presented shadows that cannot ever be there in the summer when I am usually sitting out on some affleurement of the hills above the River Lot and it was delicious to be there warm silent and actually surprisingly colourful.
We had not long before been in the valley around the church at Praysaac where the pre-Christmas market was offering local cheese and soiled and knobbly vegetables with taste oozing out of them to compliment the crated capons awaiting their fate. 
and the weather allowed walking in ideal conditions amongst the walnut groves 
chapels, drove roads and random scraggy pockets of sheep warming their clean bottoms in the sun to the tunes of woodpecker drumming aloft. 
Using a variety of media and styles the work responds to mood and geography but is more than often an observation of simple scenes in everyday life and on the travels across Europe.