On this page in the story, not too much is happening. But Pip gives a beautiful description of how he sees the marshes at night as he watches the convict lumber away from him: “the river was just another horizontal line, not nearly so broad nor yet so black; and the sky was just a row of long, angry, red lines and dense black lines intermixed”.
I used a page from an old book (can’t remember which book) and tried to create a little landscape of the marsh at night as Pip was seeing it. I used acrylic paint. That’s it! See you tomorrow with Day 5!