I don’t usually do a lot of drawing in my hometown – it’s not a very cosmopolitan place – but yesterday was perfect sketching weather. Overcast, but still hot and bright, meaning you can sit outside without burning to a crisp.
Finding myself free at lunchtime, I went into town with the intention of finding a bench to sit on so I could sketch the market. Our small town has a radically conservative council that regards the market as essential for the town – possibly because all of the council members are as old as the hills, and only think in shillings and half-pence. I have no idea what the market sells (apart from the flowers I had an excellent time painting, above) so I can’t make any jokes about it.
Actually, for a long time there was a hat stall that I enjoyed looking at whilst giggling uncontrollably, but I must assume that they closed down. How much repeat business can a hat stall get, anyway? They were also facing competition from a small shop in town called “The Hat Hut”, which only sold hats. This also seemed like an insane business, and I wasn’t surprised when it closed. I wasn’t happy either, but I wasn’t surprised. I’ve been thinking of making a commemorative hat of The Hat Hut which I could call The Hat Hut hat, but i just don’t have the millinery skills.