The memories of making this sketch remain strong. Aug 14th was a balmy evening in Gloucestershire, we sat on a quiet path, eating a picnic. There was a buzz of insects in the background and the long grass was tickly. The dog got covered in grass seeds. Nobody else walked past; we had the place to ourselves.
Photographs rarely bring back such clear memories for me. Snapping a photo is such a quick process, the sketch is a much longer, more considered process of looking.