AFTER ALL THAT walking through London and meeting up again with tutors and fellow
students at the event at my old college, it would have been easy to have just taken
a break on the train home. With little to see out of the window, I fell back on that
so familiar subject; my left hand. Drawing, not to mention a Cornish pasty from the
Café Bar buffet, nicely broke up the 2 hours 20 minutes of the journey.
On a joggling train, my line is even shakier than usual but I can be relaxed about
that; however these drawings turn out, it’s better than sitting there doing nothing.