Once I got back from Manchester and all the fun and games, I had two days to sort out all my hundreds of back-emails (honestly, email is simultaneously the best and the worst thing about organising my working life), before heading off for a week away. Nothing major - my head wasn't up to the challenge of anything fancy - we just packed up our new tent and drove two and half hours, up to the coast of North Yorkshire.
I sat down on the beach and sketched it from below too. There was only one a fly in the ointment, literally: every time I sat myself down to sketch, I had about 5 minutes of peace before a plague of little black sand flies found me, then proceeded to crawl all over my face. Extreme sketching!
We discovered a wonderful old ruin, Bylands Abbey, which neither of us had heard of, but which would have been at least as big and spectacular as York Minster in its day, before Henry VIII got to it. I experimented with KK's stick and ink technique, though I can't get his versatility of mark:
I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but after a week it was time to come home to deal with more work things. I had to write a 2000 word report about the results of my artist-in-residence project, for the Leverhulme Trust, who gave me the money.
Plus, I had to sort out the paperwork for getting a Chinese visa, ready for my working fortnight in Beijing. But that's another story!