The weather was a bit cool but used to the highlands of Scotland, he was a bit tougher than some there in England.  Though earlier he had lowered the sleeves and button the cuffs once he had gotten past the warmth of walking around to find the right place to start painting.  Feeling the weather though also helped him "feel" the look he wanted to portray on the canvas.

Douglas looked over just as he was starting to put in the shape of the abbey.  Seeing the woman in green and brown, he frowned.  He had not planned on this painting to have people in it.  The isolation and emotion he had felt from it from this angle had called to his muse.  He continued to get the shapes in the dark tones, adding in the shadows with another dap of his brush into another pigment. 

Watching her over there though, the isolation of the woman in the ruins actually added to it.  He could use that.  With a change of focus, he pulled out a different shade of green and started grabbing that image of her there before she left.   He worked a bit longer, then put down his brush as he was ready for a bit of food. 

Glancing at the woman, he wondered who she was and why she was here in this lonely location.  Putting his jacket back on, he dug into his pack and pulled up a canteen and a package of a chunk of cheese, a half loaf of bread, and polish sausage.  He looked again at the woman.  It was quite a climb up there, he was not someone that would normally just go up to a stranger or even a friend if he was out painting.  However, he was new to the area, and figured she might want something to drink.  He figured it wouldn't hurt to be a gentleman.

He walked over to where she was leaving his food there with the backpack.  The canteen though he carried with him.  Once he got close enough to her, he raised a brow.  "I saw yu o'er 'ere and thought I wood see if yu wood like a drink."  His Scottish accent was strong, but not so badly that it was unclear in what he said.