Near Leek Wootton, just north of Warwick.
Pastels. 60 mins.
Aimless, I wandered a public footpath through woodland. I met a kind man who recommended I visit the watermill. But when I came out of the wood at the edge of a field, I was too tired to walk any further.
There was a half-timbered house across the fields. I heard the dogs barking - but, fortunately, they stayed put. The view was framed by a line of sycamore and ash to my right. On the left was a field of corn. I sat in the middle of England on my folding chair and ate my lunch and sketched.
All who wander are not lost - though sometimes, alone, it feels that way.