“Oh so much!” Number 6


Anyone looking at my blogs will know how much I like sheds. This one is on the Orkneys, so we’ve moved on from the Canada pictures and are onto the Orkney ones now. So don’t expect any more trees for a while, there are none, or very few, on the Orkneys. The final print of this ought to have brown, blue and green in there but I tend to make up my mind differently and not necessarily follow the colours in the photo, otherwise I’d just publish the photo. I might even do that, when the whole project is finished, so not for months.

I’ll need persistent rain to get this lot done. Creative weather.

“Oh so much!” Number 5


The last of my Canada drawings for the time being. Again this is near Ucluelet. It’s been a lot of fun doing these and I hope I do the place justice when it comes to producing the colour print versions. This one will have much darkness in the foregropund like this has on the leaves and trees, but I need to go a lot of work on the bits between the trees and to the right to make it work properly. In addition, there was a sea mist in the top left, not sure just yet quite how I’m going to achieve that.

In many ways, this is the definition of an original, in that it is just ink and Dr PH Martin’s bleedproof white here and there. I wonder what he got his doctorate in? Perhaps “tThe qualities required to blank out large areas of naff drawing without the original work showing through: A treatise”. Discuss.

“Oh so much!” Number 4


Vancouver Island again, this time of the coast. Again a lot to do to get the atmosphere, but I like a challenge. If you’ve not been to Vancouver Island then go there, this is near Ucluelet, which is pronounced a little bit like “You clue less!” but with a ‘t’ on the end. Great place and the coast around there is very varied, very bracing and the people were lovely. Loads of hippies from the US went there in the 60’s to avoid the draft and Viet Nam, quite a lot have stayed, so it’s ‘cool man’.

“Oh so much!” Number 2


This one’s in Canada too! There is much to do here to get the right atmosphere into the final print or prints. As you will see with all of these, they are all a little two dimensional and I intend to get the feel of distance into the final with the use of colour, added digitally.

Like all these drawings, it has a way to go yet!

Oh so much to do!


Some of these might not make the cut, as they say in golf. Not that I’m the slightest bit interested in golf, a good walk spoiled! This is the first of a series of drawings and these are the originals, which I’ll spread over the next few days. This one is a view out of Canmore, from a holiday we took there a couple of years ago now. I’m intending to make prints of all those that pass muster, but they all need some digital interference before they get to the finishing line, or the eighteenth hole!

They are all a bit of a break from my cartoon drawings and it’s been great fun going back to the basic tools of a brush, a dip pen and a bottle of indian ink.

I hope you enjoy them.

Sloe walk, sore feet, and Winston Churchill on a bike.

Just some of the things we saw today.


It would seem that the draught we have been having over here, only recently relieved by a smidgin of heavy rain, has done nothing to stop the abundance of sloes in Somerset. Walking down the Strawberry Line today, an old railway track that is now used as a cycle track and footpath, my chum Richard and I came across some wonderful sloes. They looked like bunches of healthy grapes on the ‘trackside’. Hopefully, someone will find a use for them. As I understand it they are wild members of the plum family. Mr and Mrs Plum have done their very best but these little beasts seem to like to be soaked in gin.

Doctor Beeching probably closed this old railway line back in the 60’s when he managed to shut down most of our countryside train lines. We all cry “Shame!” but I suspect that hardly anyone travelled on them. It’s now a very well signposted walk across some of the flatter parts of Somerset starting at Yatton Railway Station, which still has main line trains thundering through now and again. It’s too small a place for them to stop, but they should, if only for the brilliant little tea rooms that serve the little trains that do stop and the many walkers and cyclists.


By the side of the track, every now and again, there were streams. Still full of water, and algae like this one above. A green stripe across the meadow. I might turn this one into a print like some of my previous posts. It’s in the running.

The grass still a bit parched from the hot summer sun, but ever so slightly recovered by the recent small downpours. It was a long but flat walk, on a hard track, which served to give us both sore feet. We might head for the hills next time, but it was a very pleasant branch line to divert us and came with the bonus of tea and cake at Yatton Station when we hobbled back.

Oh! and I almost forgot, we saw Winston Churchill riding a mountain bike wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Honestly.