She looks out upon the two intermingled hills that lie beyond her. Earl's and Pontesford Hill forged in myths and legends draw her in. On the left Pontesford Hill a dark green thickly forested mound sits behind the softer undulating green yellows and fiery reds of Earl’s Hill. Three rounded tiny trees sit in sun drenched shadows, mounted on Earl’s Hill. These trees appear like isolated beings in a richly coloured environment. Golden yellow meadows cut across her eye line horizon. Between the golden meadow and where she sits to draw are strips of a stony road with its middle grassy verge cutting across the painted landscape. The nearest grassy verge at the bottom of her view focuses on the intertwined wild grasses and seed heads that grow intently up over the view.