Porthleven, Cornwall
The Bickford-Smith Institute and harbour. Boat, boat, another boat, boat, boat, you get the picture!
Windy bottoms
This ridiculously windy spot at the base of Castle Hill nature reserve, marks the spot where Standean bottom meets Falmer bottom meets Balsdean bottom. 
We have to find small pleasures where we can.
Blown away
Did you know that 30mph winds whipping your ankles on the open air viewing deck of London’s Shard, can induce spontaneous anxiety-fueled sketching…
Countryside perils
A late afternoon stroll in the Sussex countryside should be a calming, mindful experience.
That is until you come across a wall of Alpacas turning towards you in one synchronous movement. Slowly. Silently. Deliberately. 36 ice cold eyes staring you down, just daring you to open the gate and tread the public foot path across their field…
The sun may sink much more quickly than expected, but you are bound to find civilisation eventually… for example, a totally creepy 12th century church. If it’s nearly dark, definitely stop to sketch it. 
Whilst you are deeply engrossed in capturing the sinister trees, try not to wet yourself when one of your party sneaks up behind you and calls your name to break that awkward silence.
Excellent walk courtesy of Ben Perkins, Waterside walks in Sussex, Shermanbury and Wineham.
Autumn beach
Davosersee
Time for a final sketch across Lake Davos before heading home.
Legomania
Is it Paris? No!
Is it Gateshead? No!
So hot, so full of Lego. It must be Legoland Windsor! #overstimulated
Broadstairs and Beyond
You can’t put a fruit pastel in your mouth without chewing it and I can’t walk past a lighthouse with sketching it.
This is North Foreland Lighthouse in Kent.
Early evening on Broadstairs Beach. Beautiful.
Beached
A Personal Pilgrimage
The top of Croagh Patrick has been covered in a tiny toupee of mist for most of the week, giving me a fantastic excuse not to walk up it.
Today, although it was a grey day, the summit was surprisingly clear. So I had to find a new reason.
At the foot of the mountain, I consulted with Holy Mary through the medium of sketch. When she turned into Fanny Craddock on my page, I took it as a clear sign that heading to the summit spelled doom.
I abandoned the disastrous sketch and opted to do the Murrisk loop. A lovely walk with plenty of sketching and no slippery scree.
After my run in with Mary, I went subtle on St Patrick’s face.
The views of Clew Bay are excellent. Even the sheep agree. Here’s Clare Island and the beautiful spit of Betra Beach.
Down in the village I finally got to see the Fisherman’s Memorial. Those cyclists took off pretty quickly. Must have been the way I looked at them! 
My personal pilgrimage could only end at the Sheebeen with a bottle of Westport, Mescan.
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