This small sketch is from a biking tour back in 1997. From memory this was the best weather we had in two weeks of cycling. Midsummer in Scotland.
I’m standing on the east coast of Skye looking back at the Scottish mainland across Loch Hourn. Big drops of rain find their way into the acrylic, midges feast on exposed flesh and hang from my eyelashes. I work quickly and retreat to the relative comfort of my bicycle where I discover, as ligaments and muscles protest, that riding and standing sketching are woefully incompatible activities.