Summer in the Highlands, huge skies and vast open spaces. Since moving here a few months ago I have been doing regular sketching out of doors, and loving it. I am learning the names and sounds of native birds, and trying to get better at identifying trees.
Just behind where we live there is a wonderful old wood, and I walk there most mornings. Birch, rowan, willow, and more mosses, wild mushrooms and berries than I recognise or can count. I get lost in the scenery, and dangerously close to agreeing with my sister – no painting can ever be as beautiful as nature, so why try?
Below are some of my first sketches, and some of my photographs, because I try anyway. Early morning pleasures, sustaining.



