Not a sound from the pavement

A few weeks ago I went through a number of boxes that I was storing in my parents attic. For some reason or other (possibly in anticipation of some unholy bonfire) I had kept every one of my files, notebooks and other bits of paperwork from Year 8 through to the end of my Bachelor’s degree. The purpose behind ploughing through all of the heavily dusted material was to find any old science worksheets that I might find useful to recycle and inflict on my own students, but I spent a lot of time flicking through other notes, scribbles and file graffiti. And after going through every last leaf of paper, there was only this one sketch that I felt worth keeping, science aside.

I can’t say for certain when it was done, or even if it’s original. But I kinda like it.

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