Whilst I sketch at the bottom lake, I have grown to term 'Heron Lake', it is a beautiful day with the sound of the water tumbling over the stones and into the lake below. 

I find this little spot holds a magic all of its own. Behind me sits the weeping willow that rustle when the wind blows (I imagine myself reading here with mole and badger from 'The Wind in the Willows') and as I sit and draw this magical Landscape the beautiful blue dragonflies dance around me.

Mark Davey