Caldecote cornfields

I spotted this open gate while I was walking the dog so dashed back to get my paints because it spoke to me. I took Bubba back with me too and he had a ball jumping around in the long grass and harassing people who stopped to speak to me. He just seems to think that all humans have biscuits in their pockets at all times. Err, no.

9″x6″ oil on gessoboard