The first lockdown was passing surprisingly easily until the fifteenth of May, when my mother was rushed to hospital with a suspected stroke. During my journey up the M11 to her little village in Norfolk I was struggling to imagine what I would need to deal with. When she was discharged, she couldn’t walk properly, so I ended up having to stay awake all night, to help her to the toilet, wondering just how much my life was going to have to change to make sure she was looked after.
Some difficult days followed and her dependence on me was worrying, but I developed the habit of going for an evening walk. One evening I took a different turn and discovered a vast area of neat fields I had never seen before, where the crops had been cut to allow bridleways stretching for many miles. I spent the rest of my time in Norfolk exploring this wonderful park-like countryside, which seemed to have been created just for me. As spring turned into summer, mum’s condition improved, the crops matured, rabbits and hares ran through the leaves, deer could be glimpsed in the evening among the stands of pine trees and buzzards called plaintively under big blue skies.
My walk included many beautiful trees, but this view, towards the village of Hardingham, encapsulates everything about that summer of 2020, which turned out to be so much more hopeful for all of us than we had feared.
View towards Hardingham watercolour and acrylic, framed
Size: 49cm h x 40cm w
Price: £350 contact (please include the title of the work)