|Drawn 27th January|
Around my home, concealed under a thick blanket of vegetation, there have lain for a generation or longer many beautiful vignettes of rock, tree, leaf and flower, fairylands lit by dappled sun through leafy ceilings. To liberate these hidden glades it has been necessary to hack passages and paths through a jungle of thorny creepers, dead branches, vigorous shrubs and saplings. This work is, of course, interfering with nature but only very temporarily; within a decade of stopping this work nature will have reclaimed her own. Only my efforts at trying to record how these places are now will remain; as good a reason as any for my essaying to render them in watercolour.