We have been very fortunate in Oxfordshire not to have had any snow yet this winter (though we may get a little before the week is out), but I well remember last March and our village being completely cut off by huge drifts for a couple of days.
My lovely husband Phil had cleared the snow in our drive so I was able to get to the roadside with my pochade box on my lap, and I sat and painted in the -4 degree temperature with a hot water bottle on my knee and several layers of clothes under my coat! The oil paint turned gloopy in the extreme cold and after 45 minutes I couldn’t stand the freezing cold any more - but at least I had a little painting to show for it.
Today I stayed snuggled in the studio, with my assistance dog Boo fast asleep in his bed, and painted this small snowscene, all the while remembering how cold I had been painting the last one!
