This image was taken on a cold winter afternoon, just as the sun had dipped behind the hill. The sky was stunningly clear and the sheep just moving across the hill top so beautifully silhouetted by the fading light. Unusually, I didn't have my camera, so I ran to my house, at the bottom of the hill, grabbed it and raced back up the hill. To get this clear shot I had to stand on the very top of the fence.
Archive paper, ink and pencil