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Little sketchbooks.

I’ve found solace in my sketchbook throughout my life. In my childhood a means of play and expression. In my teens, a bolt hole from reality into which I would have most readily jumped in feet first and not looked back.
I rekindled my sketchbook habit back in 2010 when I was in my familiar black hole and needed to escape.
This comfort and silence. A non judging welcoming page, the smell and touch of crisp paoer. The sound of pen gently scratching lines that fill and dance through endless space.
I draw through line, space filled with cluttered thoughts and ideas. I am a drawer.

Be brave, come dream and make marks.

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Feather mangler.

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Runs with the kitties.

Lovely to see Gruff with his newest playmate outside together chasing grass blades and toy mice.

To think she was unwanted when you see her play with such joy.

Two gentle friends enjoying just being free.

Sea swim.

Horror.

Evie loves fluffy and Evie loves all things cute. She also loves animals, Roman history stories and dinosaurs.

Her new love is writing horror stories and illustrating them. I’ve bought her a book so she can keep her creepy collection together.

It ain’t half hot.

I’m busy. Filling up the paddling pool and various inflatable animals for the after school paddle club.

Think there may be other little paws wanting to cool down today.

Out the back.

Normal service has been resumed.
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Cat capers.

Anyone who’s ever brought home a rescue cat knows that they will have their peculiarities. Renee is no different to the collective. So far she has insisted that she sleeps in my utility room sink. She has however, taken a preference to sleeping under the bath by squeezing through a small hole but she comes out for her grub so there is no stuck kitty.
She has learnt already that the sound of the fridge door opening means there’s food on the menu.
Bonnie is still too much for her but she has shown her inner panther by roaring with that mighty pair of lungs she has. Bonnie is being very patient and an utter angel with her new kitty friend when I know all she secretly wants is a sniff at that swishing tail. Good luck there Bonnie with that.
So far so good.

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Sun’s out…

…dog’s out.
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Maffs.

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Can’t be shown, won’t be shown. Has to learn it himself. Can’t think who on earth he gets that from.

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