In contemplative mood, walking from one place to another on busy paved roads surrounded by buildings, I found a short cut through woods within which I was disturbed only once by a passing cyclist. I stood and drew this in black ink and water. I walked on holding it while it dried, plucking leaves and picking fallen bark which I rubbed in to stain the paper.
This next was done while cycling along a canal. I keep meaning to work back into it to clarify the shapes and tones but now I am thousands of miles from my tools so post it as it is.
These other little drawings include one of a moorhen chick, one of many I saw foraging in and out of reeds a couple of weeks ago, and ink sketches done in pubs and restaurants.