Something wintery - a hare racing his own shadow under the moon. One night last summer - my birthday - we went out to a restaurant in the next village, and walked home across the fields and through the wood. I heard all the startled flappings and rustlings as we passed, and it got me thinking about the creatures of the night whose world we were intruding on. A memory of that night prompted this painting ORIGINAL PAINTING, Acrylic on canvas board A4 size