I’ve been falling a little bit in love with Askham Bog lately. It’s not a flashy place, sandwiched in a triangle of rough land between the railway line, the dual carriageway and a golf course, bit it’s full of surprises.
The head high reeds catch the wind and the squelchy undergrowth is full of critters. If you’re lucky, you’ll catch site of deer. Dark pools reflect the reeds and hide all sorts of monsters (well, they might!).
I’ve been drawing here on a freezing, showery, late autumn day with my sketching buddy, Lynne Roebuck, and plan to go back in a better, warmer light, with my paints to see if I can catch the movement of the reeds.