On Friday the 6th of May, I headed over to Cambridge with my parents, to gawk at the whale skeleton. It hangs outside the museum of zoology in a specially built portico, and as I sketched it, various tourists came up and joined me in gawking at it.
But portico was cold, and it was such a gorgeous day that it was a shame to sit in the shade. I wandered along and found a cafe to sit in, because I was feeling pretty terrible that day. I’ve had a run of “bad” days, feeling worn-out and sometimes painful in ways that aren’t a lot of fun. So I skipped the usual double espresso and had a fruit juice and a slice of delicious cake, whilst doing some watercolour studies of an ancient university entrance opposite the cafe. I managed to avoid washing my brush in the fruit juice, but it was a close-run thing.
