Inktober 2017: day eight
Just waiting for my flight to Las Vegas. It’s way to early for sketching all that perspective!
I’ve also discovered inktober is a great way to avoid spending money at airports.
Just waiting for my flight to Las Vegas. It’s way to early for sketching all that perspective!
I’ve also discovered inktober is a great way to avoid spending money at airports.
I always find sketching inspiration at Caffé Nero in the Brighton Lanes. It’s a great people watching spot, so it was an obvious choice for today’s Inktober, urban sketch.
Tomorrow…the road to Las Vegas.
Here’s a little Nero montage from the archives.
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Hanover is an area of Brighton and Hove known for it’s colourful houses and hilly streets. Short of time again today, I did the pen work for my Inktober sketch in a few minutes, whilst I waited for my fish and chips at the Cod Father.
The colour was added at home in about 10 minutes, shortly followed by an ink-saster all over the carpet! I’ll never leave the lid off an ink pot again. Still it was great to do a bit of brush work and it is a lovely shade of green!
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Two quick urban sketches of the leaning tower of Patcham as sunset loomed.

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I carry my sketching kit with me everywhere, so I usually keep things minimal. For Inktober I’ve gone deluxe and invested in a sack of Faber-Castell Pitt pens, they are a dream to use on a Moleskine sketchbook, super smooth!
Today I lugged my kit up the hill behind Moulsecoomb station, where there is a great view over Brighton and Hove. I managed to just squeeze in the i360 viewing tower on the far right.
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This year I’m doing Inktober for the first time, so expect a drawing every day, throughout October, only in ink.
I will be following urban sketcher rules and part of the time I will be taking a trip to Las Vegas and touring the US national parks, so I should have some interesting subjects!
Follow me on instagram (cmoorelifeuk – note the ‘uk’, the other is an imposter!) or Facebook. I plan to upload the full results to my blog.
Here’s day one. Adelaide Crescent in Hove, UK.
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I last visited Coire Gabhail (The Lost Valley) on a tranquil day in May 2006. Following directions my brother had scribbled on a scrap of paper, we arrived at a deserted car park as the mist silently lifted from the Glen.
Up to that point, drawing was just something I did to pass time when I visited my parents at Christmas. I had a small, slightly weird collection of pencil ‘still lives’ – odd shoes, misshapen candles, a Swedish Christmas gnome etc. Sometimes I’d bring a sketch pad and pencil on holiday, but it generally stayed unused in my bag. However, this time, it was so quiet that I plucked up courage, pulled out my pad and captured the view.
Eleven years later, I’ve overcome my shyness of sketching in public and discovered the joy of pen, watercolour and properly bound sketchbooks. So, armed with Google maps, I was desperate to recreate this special moment.
Sadly, the first attempt had to be aborted, as all the car parks were full of tour buses, tripods and people flying drones. The Lost Valley, it appeared, was no longer quite so lost. Not a wasted journey though, we parked further up the pass and walked the path to Buachaille Etive Beag. Time for a quick sketch looking towards A’Chailleach, shrouded in shadow, whilst we basked in the sunshine.
That evening, seduced by fish and chips in Oban, I persuaded my ever patient partner that it would be worth making a second attempt the next day. With an early start from Dollar, a belly full of coffee and gorgeous weather, the mission was accomplished before lunch, I even managed a bracing dip in the icy stream below the valley.
I found out later, that there is a grim irony in setting out from the shadows of Castle Campbell in Dollar to The Lost Valley. In February 1692, this idyllic place provided one of the escape routes for the MacDonald clan during the brutal massacre of Glencoe by the Campbell soldiers, under the orders of William of Orange.
Finally (and slightly inappropriately after that serious note) in a blatant attempt to get more hits on my blog, the evening ended at the Glennfinnan viaduct, made famous in the Harry Potter films and now featured on the Scottish £10 note.
To make up for that, I also sketched the Wallace monument.

Dunsapie Loch and Portobello. It may look peaceful, but Arthurs Seat behind me was so busy there was even a busker entertaining the crowds.
In Waterstones, I looked on with envy at the people languishing in the premium, bay window tables. Still, I did manage to wedge myself between a smaller window, the staircase and a discretely placed rodent trap to sketch the castle.
Great museum with loads to see, including the Millenium clock. When it strikes the hour, Bach blares through hidden speakers and this 20th Century dedication to human suffering becomes a strange technicolour, rotating beast.

The Millennium clock – when death started swinging gleefully on the pendulum, I just had to sketch it!

The Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art ‘2’, currently showing the ‘True to life’ exhibition. Well worth a visit.
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Washington services on the A1(M) is a bleak, lonely place. I made the six hour drive from Brighton to enjoy a junk food dinner and fulfill a personal dream of sketching the motorway from a creepy footbridge. Both lived up to expectations.
Coincidentally, just up the road is Antony Gormley’s Angel of the North. It may be of the most viewed pieces of art in the world, but on this sunny Sunday morning, there was just me, and a man releasing his pigeons for their first flight home.
My next stop was Lindisfarne Castle, but the satnav led me astray, so I overshot the view I was looking for, ending up on the causeway to Holy Island. Time for a sketch in the drizzle, with one eye nervously on the tide, listening to Sue Perkins on Desert Island Discs. I assume this is the hut you have to break into when the sea covers the road.
After all that lapping water, I needed a toilet stop, but the satnav struck again at the nearby Barn and Beal. “Slide right! Slide right!” She shouted from my pocket. One flush and several startled patrons later and I was on the road to Portobello, a lovely coastal suburb of Edinburgh.