Sometimes I wonder where all the artists have gone.
You know - the bona fide, real, old school artists.
The sort that are in the opera La Bohéme, or the type who crowded into Mrs Miggins' pie shop in Blackadder.
Today, I spotted three of that rare breed, basking with their sketch-books and cameras in the gentle warmth of a very early spring day.
The fabulous Ian, Santiago and Warrick.