For Christmas last year, my Dad gave me an A6 Fabriano notebook – one of the ones with the red “Venice” pattern on the cover. I tried to carry it around as much as possible and do some drawing in it everywhere I went – this didn’t always work out, but I found it had really great paper. Not only was it nice to draw on, but it could also deal with watercolour.
This is one of my last pages in it, with some sketches from Hitchin, and from a walk in the fields near my hometown. Just after I stopped and painted those two boxes, I came across a dead rabbit by the side of the path and screamed like a little girl. After calming down, I carried on walking, and found a birdwatcher just around the corner from me. We studiously ignored each other.




















