Big Skies on Romney Marsh

I am surprised when pedalling through the Marsh just how massive it is. There's an immensity about this landscape that haunts us. I can feel how authors are inspired by its melting horizons.

As the afternoon progressed, the chill March wind picked up and the sun was partly obscured by a gathering cloud front. The sparse trees along the lanes are blown by the prevailing Westerlies into rugged shapes. I didn't expect to see this on the Kent and Sussex border.

I painted this water colour using my great Daler Downey travel kits of colours dropped into wet paper. As it started to dry dabbed at it with a dry cloth.

No lanes

No directions

Just big skies