Winter woods and swans, River Wyre

I’ve moved Rivers. This means I’m lucky enough to have two rivers to explore, dog-walk, birdwatch, and draw by; I live by the Wyre, yet my studio is on the banks of the Lune. I no longer live by the estuary. But I can see the Irish Sea from my back garden, at least if I stand on the wall anyway, and this neck of the woods has long been one of my favourite haunts; the dark peaty river from the Bowland Fells, pools just big enough to swim in the summer, flanked by strange fishery ponds and swampy birch woods, motorway bridges and Keep Out signs, a trespassers paradise. My chief complaint is only that there are in fact no dolphins in Dolphinholme, the next village upstream.

Back in June and July I tried to draw outside by the Lune every day for a month. I am going to try and do the same around the Wyre; perhaps it will help reconcile myself to the dark dank dreich* time of year. I won’t manage every day, firstly my natural inclination in December is to hibernate, secondly I won’t actually be around over Christmas, but I’ll try and get out as much as I can. I drew some swans the other day, and today was trying to sketch the dark twisty path through the woods, I felt a bit like I was in a fairy tale (the Grimm variety).

* It means what it sounds like

Path by the Wyre, Ink
Path by the Wyre, Ink
Swans, ink sketch
Swans, ink sketch
Swans, pencil sketch
Swans, pencil sketch

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