I know I like a bit of excitement and danger but this was an experience I won't forget in a hurry!
Sitting on my little canvas stool at the side of this babbling brook sketching somewhere in the Scottish Highlands, as I am want to do, with no-one for company but a small herd of coos at the far end of the field and a few midges:
"Walkabout Creek". Felt pens on paper in sketchbook, 2x19x25cm.
But coos, as you very well know, are inquisitive beasties and all the time I am sketching I am aware at my back they are now coming my way to check out the talent who has interloped into their field. All the time I am drawing I've got one eye on what's looming up behind me. "Nice coos, nice coos, keep yer distance for I'm not what you think I am...I'm a bloke and a human one at that!" But as they get nearer they start to pick up a bit of speed when I realise to my utter dismay they are too close for comfort and they aren't coos at all - they're young bullocks with an eye for a bit of rough and I'm off my canvas seat and flinging everything I've got across that burn in jig time!
A close shave but at least I survived to tell the tale and happily my adventures will continue for a while yet.
ps: and as for the midges? - well they are not in the mood yet for biting so that was another danger averted!