This drawing dates to the early 1960s when I had a steady hand. As you age and your body lets you down you have to compensate through speed and impression rather than the precision of earlier years. It's no bad thing; but it leaves a yearning regret.
My late friend Derek Margetts (who lived next to this church) and I often went sketching together and he taught me a lot. We sat side by side on gravestones as we did these renderings in failing light. Afterwards we compared notes while supping some cheese spuds and a Bavarian bitter and by the fire in his cottage. Great days.
© DON DONOVAN.