This little sketch was made in the late afternoon walking down a path through wood and bracken. Huge limestone boulders in the gloom of the trees brought to mind the petrified carcases of trolls, as viewed by scared hobbits who had forgotten their family history. I had walked too far down the path by the time this idea had come to me, so drew what I could see looking back at the wood.
The last sketch of the holiday. Out on a long cycle ride, I had watched clouds build up and lightning flash across the distant mountains. I was daunted by the spectacle and could find no way to express this. Then I took shelter from the downpour in a vacant goat shed. Cycling on to l’Albufera nature reserve, I drew the clearing skies on a bridge over a waterway on a small sketchpad with conte crayon and water.