
I was most at ease with his landscapes, particularly Wittenham Clumps because it is an image I am so familiar with. Wittenham was an obsession with Nash - this is Landscape of the Vernal Equinox (1943). Painted from a house he was staying in at Boars Hill, the owner's daughter remembers Nash using field glasses to capure the image, with his asthma inhaler at his side. The view no longer exists, the Clumps dominance of the landscape has been eclipsed by Didcot Power Station.
A grey and wet day, with complete chaos on the Tube, but so nearly spring, as this little flower shop in Dulwich displays. I think the police car lends just that little tweak of surrealism.