Single piece of ancient granite used as a stepping bridge over a cold stream on the Moors, Devon. This painting was put in the bin a couple of days ago, as i accidentally flooded it with too much spirit. But i decided I liked the softness of the hawthorn tree as it was whipped by the unrelenting wind.
There is a lot of movement in this piece and you can nearly feel the loneliness of that area as I walked thru it. Must have been a hard life in medieval times.