The cold disturbed the electronic lock on my car. It didn't want to respond to the signal from my key. So the painting had to wait till I'd been to the garage.
When I began, I covered the canvas with a green, close to the colour of the lichen on the fence and the apple trees. I added the reds of last leaves and mauves of twigs. The dark, wet branches gleamed. The washed-out sky arranged itself in off-white fragments.
By around 3:30, most of the colour had drained to grey. I'd forgotten (again) to take a reference photo.
Simon Wrigley: teacher, writer, artist, allotmenteer