Rolling Cotswold hills terrace across the page, traced by long dry-stone walls that curve and step along the slopes, a single narrow wall threading over the crest into the distance. Expressive ink linework in soft black-brown sits over flat washes of muted sage, oat, chalk grey and faded lichen green, while warm low afternoon light grazes the coursed stonework and meadows fall into simple graphic shadow beneath a generous pale sky.