Turner in the Lowlands

The scones had to be taken about an hours cycling through the exposed polderlands to the delicious high tea one of my childhood friends served for myself and another childhood friend that I had not seen for about 50 years. The wind is still icy and cycling against it still impossible. On the last bridge before home I took this picture and i've given myself the liberty to change it to the kind of view my much admired friend W.Turner would have made of it.