Richard Bell's Wild West Yorkshire nature diary
Monday, 11th December, 2006
IT'S AN AWFUL FEELING when you lose a sketchbook, even a small one that
you've only just started. It's as if a bit of your life has gone. Three years
ago I made this pocket booklet by stapling together a few sheets of copier paper.
The summer of 2003 was an unsettled period; I seemed to have lots of errands
to run, so I'd pop this in my pocket.
Then it disappeared.
I asked at the garden centre café where I remembered sketching a potted palm and at the hospital reception where I'd sat drawing as I waited for my mum. It was worth trying but no one had seen it.
It
was so frustrating because I needed a sketch from it that I'd made on a Wakefield
Naturalists' outing to Stocksmoor Common nature reserve (above)
for a diary page. And I remembered a drawing I'd done of an old whale jawbone
arch out at Rothwell. I wasn't going to be there again in a hurry. What else
was in there?
Sketchy
Memories
A
few weeks ago Barbara was looking for a carrier bag to put a gift in. Looking
in a bag of them that hangs in the back of the garage she found a suitable brown
paper carrier and folded in the bottom, so you wouldn't easily notice it, was
my sketchbook.
Palms, jawbones and an emperor dragonfly.
It's great to get them back.