A beautiful sunny afternoon yesterday, so I headed to the hills. 45 Minutes to reach the lane to Bearah Tor, then uphill through the wind-twisted trees, the granite clitter from 19th century querying, to the awe inspiring boulders on the tor itself.

Here the granite is broken, shuttered and abandoned when no more was there worth taking. The shape of the tor itself was protected by the equivalent then of our English Heritage - see the final image here of the flour-de lis that were carved clod=se to the summit to indicate the upper limit for the quarrying.

These are the colours, textures and forms that lodge in my visual memory, and emerge in my paintings - from the twisted and gnarled trees forms to the surface patterns of lichen and weathered granite, the shadows between the boulders, and the skyline of the tors.