Some sketches are little more than jottings – quick notes on colour or line or shape.
I hung back behind my family along the path between overhanging trees and the stone foundations of Etruscan temples, and looked back across the valley to the medieval fortress of Populonia, with the sea behind. This sketch comprised some fairly random swipes with conte crayon with lines and shadow drawn on top with a black ink brush pen.
Here I had wandered along a raised bank out into a marsh in the hope of seeing some wildlife. I had to step over a dead fox which smelt pretty wild and some way further on penned this note on the diagonal barring made by the leaves of the reeds.