I was making my way back to the car after a pike fishing foray deep into fenland when gradually the sky began to take on a decidedly cinematic and dramatic turn.
As I have said to the point of boring people to death the seemingly empty and bleak winter landscape of Fenland can be transformed in seconds by the light. The light in this case giving the panorama a distinctly romantic and painterly atmosphere. Caspar David Freidrich anybody?
That's the cue then, a quick swig of absinthe as a bracer against the cold, set up the easel and paints and get on with it before going home.
On second thoughts forget the painting, it's home for an IPA.
Now that's an entirely reasonable compromise.