The Victoria pub sits on a bend in the road. The wind is channelled straight to the front door by the elevated highway running alongside. Sitting outside the pub were hardened smokers, plus the two of us having a drink and warming up to draw, and the Dr Sketchy’s performers posing for photographs before the show.
My sketch, drawn between gusts, is not very good, offers a poor likeness and will cause me some grief for posting it here.
My second drawing was from the imagination, starting with random doodles. There is a bit of punk but little steam about this picture.