All I can say is I hope she forgives me. 

This is a better attempt than several others. I can start to feel my eye and pencil working together. It was drawn fast whilst she finished a coffee. Bits of it work and others don’t.


A hot morning trying to find a place to sit and do a watercolour. I headed off into the wilds surrounding the lakes adjacent to the hotel, to where we’ve now relocated, only to be eaten alive by tiny mosquitos. 

Instead, I moved to a coffee shop with outside seating and a view of the shaded road. 

The canopy could be much darker if I was to try this again. The trouble with watercolour is that once it is too dark it is nearly always impossible to lighten. Here, I was a little cautious.