An early morning swim, startling the Environment Agency at work, was the first event that seemed worthy of immortalising into a drawing.
We had planned to meet in a little carpark by the River Sowy, a manmade channel across the Somerset Levels, rural and peaceful. When we got there a very large part of the carpark was occupied by a mountain of gravel which hadn’t been there the previous week. So we tucked our cars around it, and went swimming.