In a tale soon to be legendary (I’m sure Maggie will write about it), we were dragged about the moors by a mad Englishwoman. Though in her mid-80s, she thought nothing of bringing us through a slippery, boggy field in our regular shoes. I had to lead my mother-in-law (also in her 80s) through the field quite carefully. I began to wonder when they would find our bodies.

So this dog commemorates that grand day out. Like him, I still have dirt that needs washing off somewhere on my body.

As you can probably tell, this is another photo of my travel sketchbook. Carrying a scanner around with me just isn’t feasible.

Categorized as: Drawing