A perfect September Sunday, sunny and still after a misty start. I have cut the long grass on the bank,under the apple and plum trees ready for the spring bulbs and primroses. I have written copy for the invitation for the Christmas exhibition. Mulled wine and mince-pies in 8 weeks time seems too soon. There’s the Windmill in Norfolk with the migrating birds next weekend. I am trying to find a space to paint – that inner still space that needs to be open and ready is something intangible and difficult. I can’t quite grasp it……….and remember the summer………….