The end of the Chilterns...
I'm blessed with an amazing view just beyond the bottom of my garden, which overlooks a huge field and the Chiltern hills gently slipping down to the valley where Princes Risborough lies. The wind usually blows from that direction and I get about 30 seconds warning if my washing needs to be rescued from the line!
This stormy squall was one of a string that passed over in the afternoon, watering the oilseed rape in the field.
Oil on canvas board, 10 x 8", framed in lime-white wood to hang or stand.