Ravenshaw Lane is on a regular short cycle route for me, one I usually take when light is failing but I need to get out for an hour or so. At one end is an industrial unit, set in parkland, making large metal waste tankers called whales. The lane is tarmacked at either end but in the middle dwindles to a footpath and a narrow wooden bridge across the river. Standing on the bridge, I watched the fading sunlight filter through hanging rusted foliage in a garden above the brook. I managed only to get the bones of this sketch onto paper before darkness fell. I finished it at home from memory. Initially, I drew in the fence posts and plants scrambling up the bank and fence in high key, but muted them as the what light there was came from behind the fence: I wanted to emphasise the backlit curtain of brown foliage.
This was drawn in conte crayon then watercolour laid over this.
The next day, I went to Liverpool. I have been privileged to be the person who has taken an exciting piece of science into the clinic. The whole project, from its inception long before I was involved through to the current trials, was recognised with a prize.