“Out and over the flinted landscape of the hinterland with its swelling fog banks the old hobgoblin made his way. This was no longer the brackish fields of the woodland he knew so well but an unknown place. The journey must be made and time was of the essence. Winter was setting on and peril would soon hunt the child. He knew he must hurry, and hurry he did….”

A limited edition reproduction created on genuine, archival Red River paper, lightly had-repainted, signed and numbered from a suite of 250. 11”X14”