On a glorious, sunny afternoon I sit on the grass with the river at my back and sketch the magnificent Mottisfont Oak. It has lived for over nine centuries, possibly more. It was alive when the Priory was built in 1201. As far as I am aware it is the only living thing still here from the medieval period. By drawing it I feel like I am venerating it. It is a relic – a living, natural relic. Drawing, an activity that requires concentration and care and celebrating something glorious, has similarities with prayer. For the record this sketch was done during Sext and Nones on 14 April and Prime and Terce the following day.
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