Drawing in the rain

The Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig is like stepping into a Constable painting.   There is a house of elegant proportions, rolling emerald green grasses that leads the eye to a lake where six swans live.  The light is pure and whiter than I am used to in London.  When the sun is not hidden behind candy-floss clouds dramatic shadows appear on the landscape.  Standing in front of the steps leading to the house there is a sense that in some strange way time has paused. After the solitude of my day in the studio and exploring the grounds I look …