A mountain next to Snowdon, viewed from the train. The marks are nice and wild, like the country.
The same mountain, from a little higher up. A little more tentative. The background faded beautifully to the sea and then sky. Snowdon is one of my favorite places on Earth.
The start of the Snowdon train journey, just noting down anything I saw, from sheep to sunglasses. Drawing on a journey is good practice; you cannot stop the train.
An amalgam of different views from a beach near Portmadog. A lot of the rock is slate, lots of straight lines, the edges rounded by the sea.
My hand on a train journey. Didn’t want to freak the passengers out by drawing them.
My daughter at a café.
My daughters view of me. Very flattering! 20 years younger than I see myself.