MILLERGROUND ON THE SHORES OF WINDERMERE, lies at the foot of a wooded ravine or ghyll, where the lively, chattering waters of the beck meet the lake. Just a short stroll from my studio, I have painted and sketched around here, throughout every season over the years, both in the company of friends and students but more often alone.
In the quiet of an early winter’s morning, the world gently comes alive. First, there is just the lapping of the water, against and between the jetties and the boathouses but as the light increases, so does the birdsong. The animals with more
