How the sound of a curlew calling led to two new paintings

The unmistakable sound of a curlew’’s call rings out across the Yorkshire Wolds and moors brightens up the dullest of days. These waders come in from the coastal mudflats to raise their young over the summer months. Their arrival in spring is spectacular. The males circle the valleys, surveying their new territory and calling with a crescendo of notes as they rise steeply into the air with rapid wing beats before gracefully gliding back down … Continue reading How the sound of a curlew calling led to two new paintings