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
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