What the storm blew in

Storm Eunice lashing London, my cold frame escaped its moorings. In its journey to the other end of the garden, it revealed a view I don’t normally have of Spring bulbs in pots that will, come Summer, house tomatoes. So I made the most of it and did a quick sketch.

As branches snapped off in the street, I had also watched the impressively-bendy Eucalyptus tree in the garden behind mine, sloughing off even more of its bark than usual. There would be rich pickings the next day, gathered in to take to Cordwainers Dye’s eco printing workshop.

Its twigs, also flung around, are like mini versions of the tree, twisting, turning, bark peeling off to reveal elegant layers beneath.

There’s more wild weather to come. I wonder what the next storm will blow in?

Ballpen, watercolour, fineliner and highlighter on waste paper.

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