Sometimes I draw on a napkin during Christmas dinner and then my dad puts the napkin away in a drawer:
And sometimes I draw on napkins with Darrel in the Hebrides (the blissful sleeping seal is his, and then there was the kite):
Other times I draw on napkins with Becky in Paris:
All those times are good times.
Whilst on holiday in the Small Isles, Inner and Outer Hebrides, I saw a lot of beasts. I did draw them a bit, but mostly retrospectively on napkins, bus timetables etc. This is not exactly what I saw happening on Eriskay – more a kind of summary of the day’s events:
I was going to say that the two images below did not represent my recent experiences in this way, but actually, the one on the left pretty much happened last week, except that the mouse himself was not at home when I opened the drawer.
