Beach fog

Woke up to a thick sea fog. Left all four children reading or revising. The beach was empty save for the beach cleaner who drove up in his tractor, parked just next to me and came to view my sketch which he approved. He drove off and returned after half an hour, the fog was beginning to clear.

Eskimo

My cat is so hysterical, seconds after completing the last drawing in the sequence I bit into a crisp, the sound pierced his cat-dream and he jumped into the air with fur standing on end and bolted through the cat flap. Crisps are pure evil to a cat.

Sleeping Ocado driver

This Ocado driver was asleep on the 49 bus heading down the Kings Road. All the windows on the bus were steamed up. I had been to Kensington High Street.  I received a lot of email reminders from Ocado to book early to avoid disappointment over the Christmas rush. Seeing the total exhaustion of the sleeping driver I felt sorry for him.

Being seated on the Northern Line always feels like a privilege.  This man got on at Elephant and Castle. Gradually I became aware of a stench around me, it became so bad that I didn't breathe properly between London Bridge and Bank. All day I kept revisiting the smell, I thought I had trodden in something foul and kept checking my shoes. It was the man.

Fabric Tower

These fabrics are piled up by the staircase in Angela's house. I was drawing them whilst the sun burst through an open window with the very long lace curtains blowing in the breeze. I was trying to finish the drawing before everyone returned from a tennis game in the next village. Angela had told me that she had obtained the revolving rack the bundles of fabric were stored upon from the drapery department of Dickin's and Jones. Each of the bundles is in fact an antique french bed spread and has a beautifully written label attached to it with string. I made two of these drawings and one of them I gave to Angela when I left. Whilst I drew a mouse came and watched me.

Perfect symmetry?

    

Half term, traveling on the Northern Line en route to Selfridges with Pearl I spotted a classic sleeper slumped in a seat clutching a bag on her knee part retreated under her wig. Went to Selfridges bumped into someone we knew.... On the way home I spied a second sleeper slumped in the equivalent seat in the carriage holding a bag on her knee and similarly snuggled under the shelter of the wig. Perfect symmetry.

Garrance is a lurcher, she has legs that are so long they look like they could get tangled. This is her stirring from a deep sleep after she became aware that she was being watched.