Friday feeling
The i360 has landed.
The Smoke House is being bombarded.
It must be Friday evening in Brighton and Hove.
The i360 has landed.
The Smoke House is being bombarded.
It must be Friday evening in Brighton and Hove.
I finished my 21st sketchbook today with two sketches in Brighton.
First’ ‘Pen to Paper’ from the Flour Pot Bakery on Sydney Street.
Followed by Jersey Street in Hanover.
Filling a sketchbook can come with a sense of achievement, but it can also be a bit sad, filing away all those memories of the past few months.
I decided to get that difficult first page out of the way with a sketchbook trip down memory lane. The bottle of Bombay Sapphire is just for scale. Honest.

An old friend recently treated me to a fused glass workshop. I had no idea what to expect.
Being a bit of a swot, I was vaguely mortified when the tutor asked us if we’d brought our ‘designs’ with us.
Flushed and panicking about not having done my homework for the first time ever, I eyed the shards of broken glass laid out before us. The first thing that sprung into my head was the lovely Peewit, also known as the Lapwing. Which happens to be the national bird of Ireland.
Preliminary sketches to work out what would go on which layers:

My tutor made sceptical noises as I laid down the first layer of glass, but she seemed more convinced after the second! Before firing:
After firing:

The Chattri sits in an unlikely location on the rolling hills above Brighton and Hove.
It’s a peaceful spot to sketch, but I had to navigate several fields of frisky cows and bulls to get to it!


A gorgeous day for the start of the Brighton festival children’s parade which kicked off this weekend. Featured on the left are Patcham Junior School with Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe. Many headed to the beach afterwards – melted and exhausted!

“Accomplish the great task by a series of small acts.”
The newly unveiled Hove Plinth was getting lots of attention today. The first sculpture on display is Jonathan Wright’s mechanical model of the solar system, featuring the delights of Hove rather than boring old planets.
Blatchington windmill is my personal favourite.

You know it’s going to go well when you turn up half an hour early for your course and it takes you 10 minutes to realise.
Off to an impressive start, I proceeded to spill an entire jar of thinners and an entire jar of coffee all over the floor.

As well as all that, I also managed to finish portrait of Finlay, so it all worked out in the end.
Going to avoid jars for the rest of the day though!
Sunbathing with coats on, Brighton beach.