These paintings are all memories of living and walking in the North York Moors and the Cleveland Coast.
Frothing waves bashing against wild rugged cliffs, long spits of rock, gulls shrieking and golden light. The winding steep roads leading up to the moors. Smoke sometimes billowing when the heather is burning. It is a wild place, often empty but with all kinds of weather; wind, rain, snow and golden light . Nowhere else is like this place for me.
