Just to clarify, the rhubarb was eaten after I’d sketched it, whereas I buried the sparrow.
The colours of fresh rhubarb are amazing. Something this exotic just seems plain wrong, especially when it’s pulled out of the snow. I’ve been in Fife for three weeks, we’ve had a week of perfect summer, a week of snow and power cuts, and are now back to mud, otherwise known as spring. The hedge sparrow (dunnock) was hit on the road, and I thought it might still be alive so I took it home to see if it would recover. Unfortunately not, but at least he got painted.