Linton Lock Old Mill

I've been meaning to paint the old mill at Linton for a couple of years, and last friday afternoon I finally got around to it. It was a great day to be outside, painting. Lots of birds, including a pair of terns diving into the river, and I had a heron for company, feeding under the weir. No nettles this time, no flies, and no swan guano.
The painting is a little bit chocolate boxy, but overall, not too bad.

 The old mill at Linton.

 Early stages blocking in.

 The heron sat on a ledge. 

 In progress, in situ. 

 Adding the sky and water.

 Fly-past by  Lancaster, Spitfire and Hurricane. The Red Arrows flew past in formation earlier.

 Just about there.

 Ready to pack away.

 I sat and watched the heron feeding for a while. It was catching small fish.

 The sun was starting to go down by the time I finished. Plein air painting has to be fairly quick.

The finished painting.

Linton Lock Old Mill.

Oil on canvas off the old swing.