On yet another cold grey day I work on the material for Monday's talk on watercolour.
Looking in a bookcase for an illustration, I found an old holiday sketchbook of watercolours. The intense heat returned for a moment as I flicked through the pages of sketches and pressed flowers, and the dry prickly landscape with it's blistering light and black shadows was remembered so much more than from a photograph.
The one above was an ancient Minoan settlement on the south side of the white mountains. The hour spent there is like yesterday.