I went to London today for an old school reunion. I sketched in the train - there and back - and in Granary Square.
Travelling light with pocket-sized 6"x4" sketch book, pen, pencil and reservoir brush. Assisted by the back of the seat, fold-down table and a quiet carriage, and by a choice of smooth stone seats on the cat-walk that is Granary Square.
Unlike in Bedford where, perforce, charity shops dictate our fashions, London people seem to wear many layers, despite the heat: baggy trousers with chains and locks; flashing thighs and calf-length boots; long hair, spiky hair; scarves and bags of all lengths and sizes; stripy socks and doccos.
And what will happen when it costs too much for the pocket or the planet to recharge a phone battery? Will we have to start talking to each other again - and reading books?
Unlike in Bedford where, perforce, charity shops dictate our fashions, London people seem to wear many layers, despite the heat: baggy trousers with chains and locks; flashing thighs and calf-length boots; long hair, spiky hair; scarves and bags of all lengths and sizes; stripy socks and doccos.
And what will happen when it costs too much for the pocket or the planet to recharge a phone battery? Will we have to start talking to each other again - and reading books?