Bradshaw brook, Bolton.

Oil on canvas board

8x6inches

£40 unframed.

Its hard to imagine this little brook could look so quaint after all these years of neglect. Volunteers, conservationists, are all hard at work now, stripping back the dead hand of time. Or to put it more poetically, the hands of nature that man could not control after his self indulgence, 100 years ago, exploded and strangled the unkempt countryside, especially waterways, railway embankments and hedgerows.

Giant hog-weeds continue to march on. Himalayan balsam thrives like scenes from 'Day of the Triffids'.  And worst of all, the Japanese knot weed that penetrates through solid concrete. But lets not forget the bindweed, so rampant, it covers even the above mentioned, strangling, tangling and suffocating all native species. 

Now that brings me back to my Plein air painting. Done on location at a spot that had been hidden for 30 years or more. I sit in peace on the bank of the brook, looking across at mans construction, right on the waters edge. Lots of conditions played a part in him retreating from here. It would have been forgotten but for all the hard work of the Balsam army. And one little known local artist, who played here as a child, 40 years ago!.