The pollen count is high, so I’ve been keeping sketching outside to a minimum lately. which is frystrating. So I braved the itchy eyes and cycled down to 3rd Street where I drew the locksmith’s. That’s the key. I was going to call this post ‘Lock Stock and Two Runny Nostrils’ but decided against it. Occasionally a car or truck would come and use thsi space to turn around; on one occasion a big pick-up truck carrying two men stopped in there and noticed me, so decided to just sit there for ten minutes, before waving at me and driving off. Did they think I was drawing them? I just wanted them to get out of the way. This building is small.