Walk Three Hundred and Thirteen – Rose and Crown
I delayed walking as the day started dismally, with a constant drizzle, but it never stopped, so I forced myself out in the afternoon. Now if you, my lovely readers were not there, I really don’t think I would have bothered. I’d have bribed one of the children to give Rufus a quick run around Spencer playing field. Anyway I stopped in a doorway to draw, before trudging up the hill, round the Bluebell Wood, slipping and getting covered in mud, and coming home.
My son Hugo tells me that the make of the car on the right, for sale at the next-door business, is perfectly recognisable – which rather pleases me as I am rather pathetic when it comes to vehicles.
200mm x 145mm pen in small sketchbook