November is a sticky month in Sydney, and this week the fold up chair came into its own [- though surely there was a Mr Hulot moment when I stood up and the chair stuck to my derrier] so I sat under a Norfolk Pine and looked back across the carpark, the road - which obligingly reduced its presence to a thinline of ink, and took in the afternoon shimmer on the lagoon - which you will have to imagine as the shimmer shimmied off on its way to paper via paint.

PS This is a new method, paint first, pen later, and reminds me of things I painted in primary school that were folded up when wet.