
Very pleasantly alone on a train, due to engineering works - my local station being the first and last stop whilst the line is being worked on suffering pilfering scrotes ripping off the cable. I sat and scribbled my way to work - not overlooked or being coughed on and in blissful silence. The train windows make such a lovely framing device. I'm obsessed still with silver birch.
Black marker pen in my work diary.
