My regular quick cycle route takes me across a forded stream, the chase for an obsolete mill wheel. Usually I build speed and scoot along the road through the shallow water, legs held high to avoid the wash. This weekend, it was under three foot deep fast flow. The flood welled smoothly left to right and broke into eddies as it swung back left again, across the road and under the footbridge where I stood and sketched.
This was a quick sketch of the withered remains of sunflower plants scaling the wall of the café, made on another recent weekend. The ink drawing took as long to execute as the wait for a bacon sandwich. I coloured it later.