"On either side the river lie, long fields of barley and of rye, that clothe the wold and meet the sky, ..."
Painted in oils on a stretched canvas. 60cm x 60cm
Walking in the Yorkshire Wolds, the golden fields stretched to the horison, for mile after mile, reminding me of Tennyson's poem, "The Lady of Shalott"
The red field poppies were a bonus.