|The broken red rule marks my route between Wick Lane and White Post Lane|
When I'm concentrating on drawing I become more aware of sounds around me and on the first day I was bombarded with an whirring engine close by, birds tweeting, traffic humming and police sirens off in the distance topped off with a whiff of diesel fumes. When it was windy I had to deal with paper flying around and when it was sunny my eyes watered and my nose ran. These are some of the joys of working outside.
I have been observing the blossom developing over the last few weeks and was keen to concentrate on some of that for my first drawing before it all disappears. I was glad to find that I hadn't left it too late to spend time scrutinising some of it and here are the results.