Ingleborough in the Yorkshire Dales is not one of the highest mountains but yet it stands so proud about the moors that it is a favourite for many people. I produced this painting very quickly from sketches and photographs taken during a warm and pleasant evening in September. The sun was beginning to set which made the moors appear almost golden. Like many fell runners and cyclocross riders I too have wearily struggled up and down this hill and yet when the area is deserted during the evening, it seems so very still that its hard to imagine this.
Water colour on Bockingford 140lb (300gsm) NOT paper