Quissac Millhouse – view from the weir
… And this is where I dropped my one and only paintbrush into the river.
Oops. Double oops, when I found out how hard it was to get a good watercolour brush in the middle of the French countryside!
And so I started to concentrate on colour pencil. Wish I’d taken more brushes with me!
Still – I had such a lovely time drawing amongst the smooth rocks, with just the soft sounds of the water around me. Can’t complain much about that. Definitely an experience to remember for ever.