Original Painting : £450
I’ve spent countless weekends wandering and getting pleasantly lost on Hampstead Heath—it’s one of those places that never sits still. Come winter, everything feels open and familiar; by summer, it’s like the whole landscape reshuffles itself into something new.
This particular tree sits on the Heath’s extension near the Spaniards Inn, growing right on the edge of a hollow that was once a Victorian sand quarry. You can still feel that history in the land—the dip, the texture—and the way the tree clings to it gives it a real sense of character.
Original Painting : £450
I’ve spent countless weekends wandering and getting pleasantly lost on Hampstead Heath—it’s one of those places that never sits still. Come winter, everything feels open and familiar; by summer, it’s like the whole landscape reshuffles itself into something new.
This particular tree sits on the Heath’s extension near the Spaniards Inn, growing right on the edge of a hollow that was once a Victorian sand quarry. You can still feel that history in the land—the dip, the texture—and the way the tree clings to it gives it a real sense of character.
