I went up on the mountain in Bardsey to watch the sunrise. As we plodded up the mountain a friend who was staying on the mountain asked if I had done any painting in the week that I had served as chaplain. I replied that regrettably while I had hoped to have painted nothing had flowed.
Returning from watching the sunrise I captured a few small paintings showing the dawn. A few more paintings flowed showing the sunset and I surprised myself how quickly the spark of watching the sunrise brought about a load of creativity.