In haste before pushing off for a week's holiday. It's that horsey thing again. Fascinated by them but still pretty scared of them. I did the first four sketches at one of London's greatest inner city patches of countryside, Mudchute Farm on the Isle of Dogs. It's attractive, clean and lacks officiousness - great atmosphere.
Marvellous stableyard with over a dozen horses sticking their heads out to be drawn, nicely framed by the darkness of their boxes.
And some were patiently being groomed
Others a little impatient to be out
There were young women and little girls were busying themselves in the way that always fascinates me: that slightly self-important way of pushing wheelbarrows, bossing noble creatures around as if they were toddlers and negotiating the hierarchy between themselves.
Finally, my tribute to Stubbs and Ucello from drawing at the National Gallery the other day. It's free! I recommend it.