After hours at the museum
Among my various ambitions for this year, one is to get better with my pens and paints. I love drawing but I don’t practise it enough, so I don’t improve…
Among my various ambitions for this year, one is to get better with my pens and paints. I love drawing but I don’t practise it enough, so I don’t improve…
When the plague hit, I was in Øvre Dividal National Park in northern Norway, tramping between mountain huts in the powdery snow and learning the hard way that there is…
2021 was another year in which I ended up getting through quite a lot of ink. While I’ve posted a lot of it on social media at one point or…
Last week I escaped back out into the wide world with a trip to Fisherfield Forest in north-west Scotland. Not actually a forest at all, it’s a wide open area…
Back in April, my little mate Charlie dog trotted off into the great beyond. Considering he was a toy poodle who weighed 4.5 kilos and was shorter than a wellington…
In a year where I did very little of interest, I did draw quite a lot of cartoons in 2020. I suppose I find it quite soothing. Apart from the…
Some years ago I used to draw campfire cookstrips for Scouting magazine. Presented in the style of Len Deighton’s famous 1960s illustrations from the Observer and the Action Cookbook, my…
The latest issue of Ernest Journal hit doormats last week, including quite a few bits and bobs by me. Along with quite a few smaller items, I’ve got a couple…
It’s a few years now since I first accidentally stumbled upon the North Yorkshire Moors Railway’s Wartime Weekend. Since then it’s become rather a fixture in the calendar. Thomas and…
‘If you make it to Conwy,’ promised a kindly publican with a tattoo of an Uzi submachine gun on her upper arm, ‘come back here and there’ll be a pint…