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About the picture
In late November 2008 I woke to a blanket of snow. After a previously mild winter this was great news so I grabbed coat and boots and dog and set off to the hills. Meg (my trusty border collie) was back and forth with her nose shovelling the snow as dogs do. It was a gloriously bright day and the snow was blinding. As I neared to top of Pole Moor I could hear sheep bleating in the distance. Meg sat quietly by a gate as I plodded off through the snow that had drifted by the dry stone walls. Once in the field I had an incredible view of the valley below and also the realisation that a huge black mass was charging towards me. Within seconds I was stranded in the middle of the field in a blizzard. The thick snow blotted out the sun and covered me from head to toe. The few sheep in the field simple watched me wondering what on earth had brought me to this place. I struggled back towards Meg who had managed to shelter behind the gate posts. On Returning home to the warmth of the studio I created this painting from memory and a few blurred photographs I had grabbed in the blizzard. The picture was finished some weeks later with the title that refers as much to the viewer or painter as the subject.
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