I received an email from a regular blog visitor saying, amongst other things, that she sometimes sketches and draws pictures of Ollie & Dylan of a night time. It made me think of the last time I sketched. It was here, in this harbour in Castletown in the Isle of Man. I went to school there for a year when I was thirteen/fourteen. I remember being very earnest about my sketching, and being annoyed by my (new) school friends (who I could ill afford to alienate). While they wanted to mess around and go off smoking fags behind the brewery, I was grappling with some very demanding issues of perspective. I stayed at my easel, grappling. I crashed my fags later, to atone for my overt swotiness at art.