In the Malvern Hills, it’s easy to admire the views. Even in the bad weather, it’s possible to find a spot to draw that is out of the wind. But the weather changes too. I was looking at the North Hill and the sun was shining down on it, quite dramatically, and I was using watercolour and ink to make a picture. When I looked up next, the hill was not there and instead was a cloud of grey mist. I decided to call it a day and started to pack up. I looked back up at the scene and the North Hill had reappeared and the mist had moved off to the east above the town. People were walking over the hill and further away I could see a dog running. The British Camp was next, and this was foggy and beautiful. I don’t mind sitting in the cold drawing, and I like to see the sheep keeping the grass so neat all the way up there.
