The old Claypit -Midday Oil

One of my regular walks goes through an old hollow which was a clay pit a long time ago, there are several around the local fields. The hollows have filled with trees over time and have been left isolated in the fields. They are mysterious places. On this particular day when I was at the bottom of the pit the sun was shone through a gap in the trees where the path exited making a blur of dark colours . Presented in a white float ready to hang. Signed, titled and dated on the reverse. Shipped carefully packed in a box, enclosed with an artist's certificate. dispatched with a track and trace identity.