'Well they’re all gone, but as for me the wild hare still runs as free and at dusk the badger travels still ancestral highways on the hill. I am a Cotswold bred as these and I still need these field and trees and I need the soil that bore my race and holds their bones beneath this place.' Extract of a Poem by Frank Mansell

I get very attached to my badgers and find it hard to let them go. The last few years have been hard for our beautiful badgers and I feel a poignancy whenever I paint them.