Mr Hockney’s recent paintings have had me wandering the forests like a very aged Hansel searching in vain for the Gingerbread House but without his clear vision of a quarry. I think I’m looking too hard. In film making it not unusual to reach Take 25 on a difficult shot, yet Take 1 is so often the shot chosen in the editing suite. I’ve been far beyond Take 25 in my recent woodland forays and the Take 1 syndrome is coming in to play yet again. The Yorkshire tree paintings are in my mind yet I need to find my Vendeen tree photographs. I believe in eclecticism in that I make it my business to look at other people’s work at every possible opportunity and to learn from it. Their work will never be mine, and why would I want it to be unless I was a counterfeiter, but pieces of their vision can become part of my vocabulary that I may choose to use in a different sentence or even in a different language. Early on in yesterday’s misty morning I found this stand of silver birch trees filled with mistletoe.