I had packed my little paint box with its built in easel and made plans to find the perfect spot to sit down and paint this scene. The air was brisk and the clouds floated by like cotton candy. The wind was fairly strong at times so I walked a three mile path around the grounds of this beautiful abbey, then ate my picnic lunch - all the while waiting for it to calm down. It never did. And so I perched myself on the grassy bank of the River Wharfe and drew it instead.