I learned to swim in this moorland pool called ‘Black Rock’. It’s on Dartmoor, just above the village where I grew up, and where my family still lives. It hasn’t changed, but the rocks I bravely jumped off as a kid seem to have got a lot smaller over time!
Foxgloves and reeds grow amongst the rocks, and the water is rust-coloured – rich with minerals. Freshwater trout dart below the surface, occasionally surfacing to take a fly.
Remnants of the tin mining industry are clearly visible in the area.
The sketch, above, was painted about eight miles from Black Rock, near Okehampton. My husband played amongst the flat stones and hills just down the road from his house as a child. The river tumbles through dense woodland.