Sketchy Connections

Last night I slept in the open. No companion, no shelter, just me, my sleeping bag and a book (Macfarlane’s The Wild Places) on top of a hill overlooking the sea.

Before the sun went down I wandered along the coast and made a few pastel sketches of St Agnes Beacon, the hill I slept on. They’re rudimentary; my hands began to get too cold too quickly, so I packed up and headed up the hill to watch the sunset unfurl over the sea, before I snuggled down inside my sleeping bag to read by torchlight.

The Beacon, with a white barn and a white wall
The Beacon, with a white barn and a white wall
The Beacon, with a telegraph pole
The Beacon, with a telegraph pole

As I flipped through the sketchbook this morning I realised I’d picked up an old one. A very old one. One of the earliest sketches was from 1996:

Mabe Church from Argal 1996
Mabe Church from Argal 1996 – pen, ink and wash

Still looking at telegraph poles 18 years later. Curious.

Stephie x

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