Mid winter wanderings with a flask and sketchbook in my rucksack.

It is nearly December, the bleakest, darkest month of the year when nature slows its pace to a gentle tick of life just there beneath the ice and grey and dripping grip of winter. These are the days for wrapping up in waterproofs and wind resistant jackets, making a flask and setting off with backpack and art materials and a firm determination to get something in that sketchbook! Watch this space for some winter wanderings in the wind blown, gorsey heathland and softly silent oak woods of the New Forest