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A Reward for Solitude

At the end of a long hard climb out of the canyon I came to Camp 2. I filled my canteen from the tiny trickle of a spring, drank long and hard, then sat down and waited. There was no-one there yet but I was not prepared to share the isolation with anyone that intruded. After two hours the silence was suddenly shattered by a holler, “REJOICE! CAMP 2, DUDE!” In booming voices that proclaimed their presence far and wide the two young guys dismissed the spring as a stagnant puddle. One complained about "the state of my dick" while taking a piss. Time to move on.

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Travelling Home

A selection of sketch pages from my Moleskin whilst travelling home from the 2011 Milan Furniture Fair. Click the image to start my journey.

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