This is a sketch of the fen, in and around my home in Cambridgeshire England. It is oil on canvas and is 12 x 15 inches in size." They" say the fen is a boring place because of its flatness, but i see things differently, and unless you have walked in the fen over many years you would not realize the magic and mystery that ancient place holds. You could at one time have sailed sea going vessels from the north sea and into the whittlesey mere and anchor at Farcet, a small village on the edge of the fen, the port is long gone now, as have the ancient oak forests that used to sprawl over the fen thousands of years ago. And every now and again the ghosts of their atmospheres rise and shift through the fen on bright moonlight nights and water sodden days of old.
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