About this pating
The is Waldridge fell looking out towards Stanley. It was late, the sun had all but gone. The clouds backlit and the top of the grasses aglow with the last moments of the sun. I was admiring the view when a man and his loyal friend came walking by. Who knows why he was walking out so late, perhaps he had just finished work, but one thing was clear he loved his friend and was looking after them. You could hardly see the path ahead but he was still there heading out onto the Fells. I knew I just had to paint this scene.
