January in Burton Bushes woodland, Beverley.

24 x 18 inch oil on canvas.

Walking through the ancient wood, pushing past low hanging holly branches and stepping over fallen, moss covered tree trunks, avoiding hidden, leaf litter, covered, rabbit holes, suddenly you are in a magical glade. This is a view as I approached a sunlit glade. The strangely distorted trees provided a barrier which was easily circumvented. and yet, made me pause. I thought the scene was rather graphic, a little unusual. People who walk the wood often stay to the outside perimeter and this inner space is less visited. However for those of you who venture into the wood, this is for you. You will recognize this as a typical scene.