Autumn beach


You might not ever get rich
But let me tell ya it’s better than diggin’ a ditch
Time for a final sketch across Lake Davos before heading home.
Antina (left) was not very happy about being sketched. Alfred (right) was indifferent. The Golden Egg looked on and judged silently. 
Swiss Conkers at rest on a pencil case, travelling through the Swiss Alps.
Of all the many peculiar fountains in Lucerne, my favourite was outside Bistro Krienbrüggli.
The killer combination of dead sheep and creepy children dropping something (or someone) down a well.
There are 3 steps to heaven and 3 million up to the Museggmauer. It’s worth it for the views.
I couldn’t miss out the Spreuerbrücke, which is the oldest timber bridge in Switzerland. Completed in 1408 and washed down with a cold bier.
This majestic beast has lain wounded in the rock face for almost one hundred years.
It looks like I feel, after catching such an early flight to Switzerland this morning.
Don’t let on though… it’s a surprise.
Dear dump,
Why do you always temporarily close when I turn up?
Well I have the last laugh this time, because my sketchbook was in the passenger seat. Ha!
Recycle that in your pipe.
Lots of love
Me
A calm moment during a worryingly high energy punting trip in Oxford!
A steadier line on dry land: builders sprucing up the pavements at the Radcliffe Camera.