"The floods were a great adventure while they lasted. How sure was I that I could paint all this sky and water! What pictures I set out to do ! Alas ! when I tried, the wide stretches of flood …

"IN between the spaces of life are a few landmarks which still show on the faint horizon of the past when one lies awake in the early hours, going far back in memory. These increase and surprise us as they …

"In an old set of volumes of the work of Robert Burns I found and read a chapter called “Fragment”. Burns, an artist in words, begins thus: “As I have seen a good deal of human life in Edinburgh, a …

"Norwich itself was then a beautiful place, and looked almost the same as it must have done in the days of Crome and Cotman. I now realise what a playground it was for the artist. No wonder it had its …

“Lavenham Horse Fair. What a sight! This famous fair of heavy draught-horses eclipsed anything of its kind I had ever seen. …We went from inn-yard to inn-yard, where straw lay strewn on the ground, and those well-fed, clean-shaven, purple-faced men already …

My very first lithographic performance was a fretwork design on stone. I scraped out a mistake, making a hole like a grave in the stone's surface. To my alarm, it was found out in the press room, a bare white …

“Dates fail me, but it must have been either in the late summer of 1910 or 1911 that my friend Stones and I journeyed by Sea to Cornwall. For years we had known of the famous Newlyn School, and were …

“Hunting became part of my life, and I saw many things on those days: bright winter sunlight on clipped horses and scarlet coats; on bare trees; stacks; on farmhouse gables; the riding out after a slight frost; the riding home …

“Of all my painting experiences, none were so alluring and colourful as those visits spent amongst the gypsy hop-pickers in Hampshire each September. More glamour and excitement were packed into those six weeks than a painter could well contend with. …

On one side of the lane that summer there was a field of pink clover in full bloom, and bees went to and fro across it from their hives in the orchard of the farm. This mill lane curved downhill …