Oil on board, 8"x10"
The afternoon was rather dull and windy. It had been threatening rain but I decided to have a look at the river Wyre near Abbeystead which is a place I know well. There are about a dozen of these magnificent old Alder trees in the adjacent field and along the bank. The crusty bark is covered with moss and blue-green lichen and some of them have wierd bulbous growths on their trunks. The river goes through a rather steep sided valley at this point and was relatively sheltered from the wind which was a relief. The downside was that the midges came out to play and I had no insect repellant with me.