Sketch with tape The land's contours show up more when lined by sprouting furrows, the long rectangles echoed in catkins opening to pollinate the warming air.
Standing in a sheltered sunny spot, the lines of the land showed all the better in the morning sun.
Clay soil holds in clumps making it look rock-strewn but every frosty night sees them lessen and diminish, each worked away in erosion.
These stong lines seem the perfect start for an abstraction and I hope to 'sketch' some dry point studies to see how well they transfer to printmaking.