I had a look at Fay Collins’ portfolio, and there are such lovely paintings among them, I couldn’t resist writing to another, one of my favourites, Galloway Cattle Grazing at Ennerdale Water.
Nothing so high as a mountain,
nothing greener, bluer,
mistier autumn mornings.
Nowhere the trees cling harder,
the sun falls steeper, slanting
and slipping to the brackeny floor.
Nothing is closer to the sky,
the flight of birds,
to the roots of the world,
and nothing, in its majestic silence,
to the pulse of the heart.