It was a very windy day, and the wind was cold – so I chose a painting spot not because of great inspiration from the subject matter but because it was out of the wind and in the sun. Maybe the perfunctory manner with which I settled on a subject prejudiced me against my work – I left after several (comfortable) hours pretty angry with what I’d done. Today I can see some redeeming qualities. In any case I look forward to the next one.