Cuckmere in winter, grey, moody, mysterious, ancient, wet (always wet and boggy), noisy with birds and always beautiful ... a few sketches from this last week
Cuckmere River at dusk, with the moon reflecting on the water
Descending a slippery steep chalk path through brambles and blackthorn
A reedy stream on a misty day
Sussex colours, dark reds, browns and ochres at low tide, with the last of the winter’s day sun touching the cliffs