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I’ve been without my sketch books for a week while they’ve been in college for assessors to look at. I missed them. It’s like losing something, but you can’t remember what. I’ve been wandering about the house tutting and sighing like some sort of village idiot. Now I’ve got them back I’m more settled. I’ve got my thinking back. It is quite a useful exercise though, the prospect of someone else looking through them makes you look at them afresh, you revisit ideas you had forgotten, and reassess their usefulness, or spot links between things you hadn’t seen before. When I rescued these 5 small books from the gallery, they were all open onto different pages. When I look at them, I do tend to read them chronologically, it hadn’t occurred to me to do otherwise… see told you… village idiot. Opening them up at random, spread out on the table in front of me is so much more exciting!