highwaymen on the high street

January 5, 2026Leave a comment

Time to get on with 2025, because 2026 isn’t starting too well. So, let’s go back to last summer and my trip back across The Pond. Just around the corner from where we left off (“Edgware and its Ghosts“) is one of the oldest buildings in Edgware, having been here long before it became part of Metroland. If there are ghosts anywhere in Edgware, surely it would be here. This row next to the old War Memorial on the High Street, around the corner from Station Road, are some of the oldest buildings still standing in Edgware. These date from about the 16th Century, others on the row from the 17th and 18th. Hundreds of years ago this was a coaching inn on the Edgware Road, which is the old Roman road of Watling Street that runs north-west out of London in a straight line across England. Imagine the people that would have stayed here. One of them was reputedly the infamous highwayman Dick Turpin. I don’t know if he stayed there, but Turpin and his gang of thugs (the Essex Gang) did commit an extremely violent robbery at the nearby farm of Joseph Lawrence in 1735. I won’t recount the whole story, but Turpin was a horrible thug, not a dashing hunk on a horse. Still, we grew up knowing that Turpin spent time around here. Turpin time. I had a Dick Turpin ‘Wanted’ poster on my bedroom wall when I was a kid that I got on a school trip to York, where he was hanged. His ghost probably isn’t floating around here anywhere, in a tricorn hat and holding one of those flintlock pistols, but let’s say it is, what the hell. Highwaymen were a big thing back in the 18th century weren’t they, and they all had similar-themed names, your Dick Turpin, your Tom Cox, your Willy Plunkett, and there was also James Hind whose middle initial may have been B. These days the old coaching inn is a restaurant called Himalayan Spice. So it went from ‘ave a rest’ to ‘Everest’. They went from ‘mounting horses’ to just ‘mountains’. Sorry, these puns are much, much worse than usual. Wait I have one more, they went from ‘Stand and Deliver’ to ‘Sit-Down or Take-Away’. That’s not bad, I might use that if I ever eat there. I didn’t eat there this time, but did poke my head in the door, it’s still pretty historic looking inside (and the food smelled really good). I haven’t been in there since I was a kid. Back then it was an Italian restaurant, the Vecchia Romagna, and my mum actually worked there. This building will always be the Vecchia Romagna to me. I’m amazed I have never sketched it before now. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a waiter like the ones my mum worked with, tea-towel over the arm, white shirt, handful of plates. Then I got old enough to actually do that, and that’s how I earned my spending money as a teenager. Not here though, but in many places around Edgware and across north-west London, waitering jobs, serving tea and wine, laying tables, washing up. Even though I’m still alive, there’s probably a ghost of me floating around Edgware carrying a small teapot and a platter of vol-au-vents. Or a sketchbook, there will definitely be a ghost of me holding a sketchbook on the streets of Davis. Since ghosts don’t really exist I say you can choose to have loads of them in all different places, even when you are alive.

Hopefully I get around to posting the rest of my sketches from Edgware and Burnt Oak soon, because I have some more. This is a really interesting document from 2013 on the London Borough of Harrow website (because this side of the street is in Harrow, not Barnet), which goes into the history of this part of Edgware and focuses on a lot of the historic architectural details of these old buildings. I really should get around to sketching Whitchurch Lane, just around the corner from here, that has some really interesting old buildings. Next time.

that was the 2025 that was

January 4, 20261 Comment

Well, 2025 finally finished. That was exhausting, even more than expected. I expect 2026 will be more so. So far it is, but the new year doesn’t really begin until the decorations come down, or the new sketchbook is started. I tried hard to close out my current sketchbook by December 31st, but in the end I had a few pages left, I should easily finish that by December 6th. As for the amount of sketching I did in 2025, let’s just say it was more than more-than-ever. Perhaps there is a correlation between burying myself in my sketchbooks and the state of the world, yes I think there is. 2025 was a very bust year for my sketchbooks though, as you can see from above – the annual sketch list for 2025 this time split into two columns. It’s not a very scientific way of tracking my sketches (and I can really see how the rows started getting slightly bigger or smaller at points, when I thought they were all the same size, having used the same grid for more than a decade). However if you look at the chart below, where I show my annual sketching output since 2013 (again, not going back to do the years before then, that was just when I started to keep track like this), you can see that 2025 makes every other year pale in comparison. Even the massive years of 2019 and 2024 were left behind by 2025. There’s no way 2026 will be as big. For one thing, I have not even blog posted the second half of the sketches yet. Hey, I’ve been busy, and not had the headspace to write. I will get around to it, but the sketches have not stopped.

Here’s a summary of my art accomplishments in 2025 (this feels a little bit like I’m doing an evaluation at work): (a) Loads of sketching, (b) More sketching, and (c) Even more sketching. Looking back at last year’s summary of 2024, there were interviews and articles, and I don’t remember doing anything much like that in 2025. I did have a couple of drawings shown at the Pence Gallery’s annual Art Auction again. I did a lot of travelling – Washington DC, New York City, Pasadena, Portland, a month-long trip away to Europe which included London, Oxford, Berlin and Poland, plus a few trips down to San Francisco. The biggest art even was attending the annual Urban Sketching Symposium in Poznan, Poland, my first one since Amsterdam in 2019. I still need to write about all of that. I also had a brief show of my Burnt Oak sketches at a special event for the centenary of Burnt Oak tube station last March, though I couldn’t attend in person. It would be nice to do another for the centenary of the Watling Estate in 2026 but I don’t know I’ll be able to set that up; I have lots of ideas, but not lots of time. In Fall I led a weekly session of urban sketching on campus for first year students which was a new experience for me. I also started organizing monthly sketchcrawls again, reinvigorated by my time at the symposium in Poland. I did make one of my most ambitious advent calendars yet, the latest of many I have made for my teenager. One of the highlights was the last-minute trip to fly to Pasadena to watch Oasis at the Rose Bowl, that was unforgettable. And of course, as a Spurs fan, watching us win the Europa League from the comfort of my own couch, after 17 years Tottenham finally win a trophy, but it was a year of atrophy. I did a lot of reading this year, a lot of Agatha Christie and a ton of Terry Pratchett – 2025 was ten years since he died so . Also, I did second ever 10k race, and got a personal best time (after my watch stopped working 10 seconds into the run), 10 minutes faster than in 2023. My ambition this year – run a half marathon. We will see…

These are the sketchbooks I used in 2025, not including a few larger individual pieces:

SKETCHBOOK 59 – Landscape Hahnemühle A5 #2 – September 2025 to present – Davis, Corvallis (OR), Portland (OR)
SKETCHBOOK 58 – Portrait Hahnemühle A5 #1 – August 2025 to September 2025 – Oxford, London, Gdańsk, Poznań, San Francisco, Pasadena, Davis
SKETCHBOOK 57 – Landscape Watercolour Moleskine #29 – August 2025 – London, Gdańsk, Poznań (Poland), Berlin (Germany).
SKETCHBOOK 56 – Landscape Hahnemühle A5 #1 – May 2025 to August 2025 – Davis, San Francisco, London, Oxford (UK).
SKETCHBOOK 55 – Landscape Watercolour Moleskine #28 – March 2025 to May 2025 – Davis, San Francisco, Washington DC, New York
SKETCHBOOK 54 – Landscape Watercolour Moleskine #27 – December 2024 to March 2025 – Davis, Sacramento, San Francisco
Small Seawhite Landscape Sketchbook – February 2025 to July 2025 – Davis, San Francisco, Washington DC, New York, various airports; mostly travel and quick people sketches.
Small Brown Stillman & Birn Sketchbook – August to October 2025 – London, Gdańsk, Poznań, San Francisco, Pasadena, Davis, Portland; mostly quick people sketches.
Small Grey Stillman & Birn Sketchbook – October 2025 to present – Davis

2026 is going to be busy but I’m still tired from 2025, so perhaps trying not to be too ambitious, but still a bit ambitious would be good. Will I ever work on that book? My resolution is to really try to write more, which has been hard in a world where words are flying around like shrapnel. I want to travel, but also to rest, and read more, a lot more. I will turn a big significant age this year. Ok 2026, let’s get on with it.

edgware and its ghosts

November 28, 20254 Comments

It’s time to post the sketches of What I Did On My Summer Holidays. I was away in Europe for the whole month of August, the longest break I’ve had since moving to California, to visit family in London and attend the Urban Sketching Symposium in Poland, as well as take a few days in Berlin. Davis is too hot in the summer. Anyway let’s get on with it. I was back home in Burnt Oak, but I had to go to Edgware, one stop up to the end of the Northern Line (or a ten minute walk up Deansbrook and a short cut through the alley behind the car park). Back in California I found a bunch of old undeveloped camera film in a box from before we had moved out here, so I brought a couple back to England with me to get developed at Snappy Snaps on Station Road (same or next day developing, you can’t get that these days over here, not in Davis; I developed a film at CVS and it took two months, and no negatives back; no positives either). Well Snappy Snaps in Edgware did not disappoint, but I had no idea what was on the film. It was like a time capsule. I stopped using film two decades ago (though my friend got me a film camera last year I don’t use it much). One of the films was photos from London in about 2003, a few pics of our old flat in Crouch End, but a lot from down in the City, before all those big skyscrapers went up. The Gherkin being built. Feels like a million years ago now. the other film was more of a surprise – photos from Las Vegas in 2004, in the day or two before my wife and I got married! Some really nice family pics, all looking so much younger, that I had never seen before, because I had never developed the film. Cupid’s Wedding Chapel, it’s not even there any more. The past came back to life. It was funny that I should see these while walking around Edgware, because it’s a place full of my own past.

Above is Edgware Station, the end of the line. I stood across Station Road to draw it, people walking by, buses turning in to the bus station behind. A lot of memories are in this station, not all of which I can even remember. Getting out here as a first year pupil at Edgware School having survived the often chaotic journey on a schoolkid-packed old tube train from only one stop away, those first days being allowed to travel on public transportation by myself (or with my friend) with my own travelcard, then having the long walk up Green Lane to school, very much a choose-your-own-adventure story. Sometimes instead of the tube I’d brave the bus, the dreaded 251, they saved the oldest and dirtiest buses for the school runs. If I was very brave I’d get the 142, going all the way to the school itself, but what courageous adventurer would choose such peril, not I. Many years later, Edgware was also the unintended last stop of many late nights (well, early mornings), the end of the line for the N5 Night Bus. The Night Bus Years, now that was a time of legends. Waiting for what felt like hours (but was in fact hours) down in Trafalgar Square or Charing Cross Road, fingers greasy from cheap fried chicken, ears still ringing with Rage Against The Machine, managing to stay awake on a bus filled with sweaty nightclubbers that one by one vanish into Belsize Park, Golders Green, Hendon, not knowing exactly where we are due to foggy windows, and gently nodding off to sleep somewhere around Grahame Park, completely missing Burnt Oak and ending up in Edgware. There are only three certainties in life: Death, Taxes and Waking Up at 4am in Edgware Bus Station in the 90s. I imagine that Death when it comes will feel very much like that. I got very used to the walk back to Burnt Oak in the wee hours, passing like a ghost through the alley behind the car park, up Deansbrook Road, down Littlefield and up Orange Hill, and right into bed.

While I drew the station a bearded man started filming my page without asking or acknowledging me, as if I were a real ghost. What you doing, I said. He said he was just showing someone who he was video-chatting with; bit intrusive. Be nice to ask before shoving a phone over my shoulder, I said, before he went off still having his conversation, oblivious. I was told while I was back that there are plans to completely redevelop Edgware, to knock down the Boardwalk Shopping centre next to the bus station, and build something like ten massive tower blocks on top of the car park, completely changing the face of the area. I suppose the alley will go, no more short cut back to Burnt Oak. Who knows, but change keeps coming, and so in a few years this view of Edgware station will look very different. I remember before the Boardwalk opened, there was a junk yard where the car park is. Edgware Station opened on August 14, 1924, 101 years to the month before I drew this sketch. The extension of the Underground into what used to be open country but was becoming known as ‘Metroland’ was responsible for Edgware’s development into the town and then suburb it is today, right at London’s edge. Edgware has existed for centuries though, since Anglo-Saxon times, recorded in the tenth century as ‘Aegces Wer’. I think this was about the time my old Maths teacher started teaching at Edgware School, my school from 1987 to 1994. The school changed its name to ‘London Academy’ a few years later, and then ‘The London Academy’ (as opposed to ‘That Edgware School’ as it was known before). The old school buildings I went to were knocked down years ago, and replaced with something more modern, as were the entire surrounding estates. I have dreams about those old buildings, but they are now just ghosts. Everything changes, and only the ghosts remain.

I will tell you a ghost story now though, so if you are of a nervous disposition, look away now. Above is a row of buildings at the end of Station Road, at the corner of Penshurst Gardens, where it meets steep Hale Lane and curving Edgwarebury Lane (which stretches right up to Edgwarebury Cemetery, final resting place of Amy Winehouse. I stood outside what used to be Loppylugs Records, now an unappealing lounge bar. I wanted to draw this corner because back in the 80s my older sister used to work in the Lunn Poly travel agents, now a Polish food store. She lived in a flat on the top floor above, it was her first place after leaving home, it was the first home of my first nephew, and it also happened to be haunted, by an actual ghost. Now look, let’s be fair, I don’t really believe in ghosts, except maybe the ones that exist. Some ghost stories still give me a shiver, and my big sister used to tell me ghost stories at bedtime, like the one our grandad used to tell about the ghostly music playing where the Titanic sank, though I was never sure why that one scared us so much. It’s the way you tell ’em. Anyway I liked this flat but it was big and old and at the top of a long winding staircase, and the hallway felt like one that would get longer as you went down it. I never saw a ghost, but my sister definitely knew one was there, cold feelings in certain places, unusual things happening like the clocks setting their hands into the same place, noises in the next room. Our dog was too terrified go into the flat, but our dog was also terrified of tortoises. My sister saw the ghost at least once, a pale woman in the bedroom, but it was not scary. A family friend passing by Station Road one day did say they had seen a woman with long hair at the window, when my sister wasn’t home. Since I was a kid scared of everything (except tortoises), my sister didn’t tell me about the ghost at first and I never saw it or had any sense of it at all, but every single time I pass by this part of Station Road I think about that ghost and wonder if she is still up there. I still dream about ghosts a lot, but I think we all do. The window was open as I sketched; there wasn’t a figure there but I drew one in, looking out of the spare bedroom where I used to sleep when I stayed over. I have a few more sketches of Edgware to post but this one is already long enough with the ghost stories; there might be a few more ghosts, or at least highwaymen.

20 years, 20 places in Davis

November 10, 2025November 10, 20252 Comments

In my last post I told you that I have just passed twenty years living in Davis, CA. Twenty years is a long time. It’s twice as long as ten years, but due to Einstein’s Theory of Looking At Your Watch, the first ten years were longer than the second. In terms of number of sketchbooks, the second decade was way longer (see the list here), but I have been drawing Davis since 2005 and often I end up sketching the same thing, over and over. Davis is not very big, there is only so much to draw, but it’s a tale of two cities, or rather a city and a campus, easily distinguished by the colour of the fire hydrants. So here is a chart (containing almost no fire hydrants), but containing twenty places that I have drawn at least ten times over the years. There were some places I drew multiple times that didn’t make the chart (the old Boiler Building / new Pitzer Center which I drew countless times, the Chemistry Building, the TLC, plus Bizarro World which I had drawn only nine times, but added a tenth just today to make up for it). A couple of the rows are not all of the same thing but are multiples of similar, such as ow 20, which are all the Eggheads drawn a couple of times, and row 15, bridges over the creek in the Arboretum, many of which are drawn multiple times. It looks a bit like rows of film, you can get lost looking at it. If this was just a random set of drawings, or if each row was year by year, it would not be that interesting, but this tells twenty stories. The images are not in chronological order, except the last Egghead is one of the earliest sketches I did in Davis.

Here are the twenty rows:

Bike Barn, UC Davis
Varsity Theatre, 2nd St
UC Davis Water Tower, seen from various locations
Amtrak Station, 2nd St
Silo tower, UC Davis
Historic City Hall, F St
Mrak Hall, UC Davis
Farmer’s Market, Central Park
Memorial Union, UC Davis
Davis Community Church, 4th / C St
Hart Hall, Shields Avenue, UC Davis
Newman Chapel, 5th / C St
Manetti Shrem Museum of Art, Vanderhoef Quad, UC Davis
Orange Court, E St
Bridges over the Creek, UC Davis Arboretum
Dresbach-Hunt-Boyer Mansion, 2nd / E St
Walker Hall (Graduate Center), UC Davis
De Vere’s Irish Pub (now Bull’n’Mouth), E St
Mathematical Sciences Building, California Ave, UC Davis
Robert Arneson’s ‘Eggheads’, UC Davis (five locations)

Anyway that’s twenty years in Davis. I’m already in the third decade, time waits for nobody.

two decades in Davis!

November 5, 2025November 5, 2025Leave a comment

Memor esto, memor esto, Quintum Novembris. Today is the Fifth of November, which is Guy Fawkes Night / Bonfire Night to us British, but to Americans it is just plain old November the Fifth. It is also twenty years to the day that my wife and I arrived here in the city of Davis, having moved to California from London a month and a half before. Twenty years! 2005 was a different world. Today was a very rainy Wednesday, out of character in this otherwise quite sunny week. I was not sure how I would commemorate 20 years in Davis. I thought about making a short e-book with 20 years of sketches. I started making a video showing 20 years of sketches over some easy-listening music, to be a bit like The Gallery from Tony Hart’s old shows (why did he have to keep the kids’ drawings, why? That’s why I never sent mine in.). I thought about making a poster like I did for 10 Years in Davis. I even started a very long post featuring 21 drawings from the past 20 years (2005-2025 inclusive, that’s 21, do the Math. s.), one drawing from each year, with a little story about that year. That was getting very autobiographical, more than usual, and so I stopped. I might still do that some time, though I don’t know if it does you good to be too retrospective. I might still do all of these things. Instead what I am going to do is time travel back to 2005, not November but December, to the first sketches I did in Davis. Yes, it’s amazing I went over a month without drawing but things were different in those days. I didn’t yet have a job, or any money, and spent my time going to the library to use their computer to get online and write my blog, or emails back home. My wife heard about this thing called ‘worldwide sketchcrawl’, and that there would be a meeting of sketchers one Saturday in December, and that I should go to it, get me out of the apartment. Good idea. I went to Mishka’s Cafe on 2nd Street (which was about a block away from the current Mishka’s), and was very shy but I did a bunch of sketches, in my 2005 style. The sketch above outside Mishka’s is the very first sketch I did in Davis; there have been hundreds and hundreds since. I don’t know who that sketching guy was, but a couple of the people on that sketchcrawl (Alison and Allan) are people I sketched with for years afterwards. I went down to Covell Commons and drew Borders (remember Borders?), then moved through the Arboretum for the first time, finding my way to campus which I had not yet really explored except for Shields Library. As the day went on I sketched by myself, I was very shy, and in the end I didn’t meet up with the others to see what we had all done, I felt oddly self-conscious. But I like this little group of sketches now. It was a little while before I did more sketching of Davis, it was a slow start, not really getting going again until mid-2006 (but then absolutely I never stopped). So to celebrate 20 years living in Davis here are those sketches from 2005. Borders is long gone, I’m better at drawing those bridges (but still get them a bit wrong), I don’t know if those mysterious sculptures at the back of TB9 are still there, and I’ve drawn the Eggheads many times since.

Anyway, I have officially been a Davisite for twenty years now. If you want to see the sketches that all came after these ones, most of them are in this Flickr folder: Davis CA. Happy Fifth of November!

newman center on fifth

November 1, 2025October 31, 20254 Comments

Here is another one from July, drawn on 5th Street, the Newman Catholic Center building. There was work being done on this place and it’s large green area on the corner of C St, where the grass in front of the building had been paved over. I’m always drawn to triangular shapes, and the way that the overhanging shadows create an interesting contrast, and I like blue and old wood with character. I’ve drawn the building before (even drew it a few months before in April, from across the street. This is another panorama over two pages that I like to draw because I think, oh yeah this would be good in a book about Davis in that specific format, and as yet more than a decade after having the idea I have not published that book, but technically I am working on it because I keep doing more drawings, that’s the same as writing. I stood behind the picket fence, and you can see the top of it. I love a picket fence, it reminds me I am in suburban America, which twenty years later is still funny to me. I don’t love drawing picket fences though, it becomes tedious very quickly. Anyway I sketched not realizing the view would change very soon after and this would be the last time to catch it in this particular guise, I am glad I got the picket fence in.

Here it is in October, sketched from across the street. As you can see, it’s now a different colour, creamy, the picket fence is gone, even around the grassy enclosure which now has a more solid wooden fence. There are two metal structures (pergolas? I’m not good with architectural terms) in front of the building now to create some shaded space I suppose. I love drawing that tree, so I focused a lot on that. You can see the bench commemorating Natalie Coroner, the young police officer who was killed by here several years ago. The city just opened a new splashpad for kids in the down the road named for her memory. And here is the sketch I did in April for comparison from roughly the same view across the street, stood maybe a few feet to the left, and a bit more coloured in. You can see the grass that was there (behind that picket fence, it takes a lot more effort to colour in the areas behind a picket fence). It is interesting to see how a place has changed over the course of just a few months. Here again is one of the reasons I sketch, the track the changes in the place where I live, even if I don’t always realize that’s what I’m doing, I don’t necessarily sketch places knowing they will soon change.

Downtown in the Rest of July

October 31, 2025October 30, 2025Leave a comment

I spent all of July in Davis. Remember last year when I filled that accordion sketchbook with drawings of Davis in July 2024? I didn’t do one of those this year but I did draw a lot more downtown, because what else am I gonna do in my spare time. I have been reading a lot as well, but I am a slow reader. Anyway here are some more drawings of the corners and sidewalks of downtown Davis in July 2025. Above is the little mailing dispatch shop on F Street near the old City Hall, opposite the Paint Chip. I like to draw a two-page panorama because I have this idea of producing a book full of them, two-page spreads of Davis, volumes 1-3, show people the city they live in as seen at eye-level by someone who only barely understands what things do. I have been in here once actually, but I don’t like sending parcels much. For a little while years ago I would sell drawings online and mail them from the post office, which is a great place if you have no time at all but want to stand in line for up to an hour with other impatient people, only to get to the counter and realise you have the wrong customs form. I would print those online first too but it was such a time-consuming process, and then mailing would be so expensive, and the post office would only be open at inopportune times for me with work, I would just give up. I should have come here, much easier I think. I did mail some pictures earlier this year from the FedEx store, drawings not for sale but to be displayed at an event in London (for the centenary of Burnt Oak station) and it cost over a hundred bucks to send them via Fed-Ex. Thankfully the organizer paid for that, and it got there really quickly, but it’s why I tend not to ship stuff any more. These days it’s even harder with all the tariffs, all that unpredictability, and many places have just stopped shipping here entirely. I ordered a book from Germany that I couldn’t find when I was there, and the publisher said they couldn’t send it as the shipping company would not mail to the US due to the cost of tariffs. In the end they were able to send it a month or so later, but additional shipping costs ended up more than doubling the cost of the book itself. Good book though, but wish I could have found it in Berlin while I was there.

The sketch above was drawn on the same block of F Street, but a bit further up, outside the former Mamma’s, looking across the street to the Davis Cyclery. I usually use a different bike shop (Freewheeler) when i’m downtown with a bike issue, but these are good too I hear. I ride my bike everywhere. As you can see there is a gap there where a car was probably parked that I couldn’t be bothered to draw. I like riding a bike but have no idea how to fix a flat tyre. Or ‘tire’ as they say over here. I really wish I did, but every time I try I just fail so I pay someone else to do it. Thankfully we aren’t short of places in Davis within a reasonable walk-of-shame distance.

Raisin’ Canes fried chicken fingers on E Street, to my shame, I go here for lunch more than I care to admit. It’s so unhealthy, but it tastes so good. I just did a quick sketch across the street in the middle of July. The dog mural is interesting, but that used to be the sign for Watermelon Music, back when that shop was located here. The current location of Watermelon is right out on the edge of west Davis, fine if you drive but a bit long to cycle out there for a browse. I liked it when they were downtown, especially if I needed some guitar strings. That’s what downtown Davis is really missing, a musical instrument shop. It’s so hard for them though to stay in business, Watermelon has nearly gone completely a couple of times but the community really wants it to exist. I would go there more often myself if it were nearer. You take them for granted, the shops you like, and then they are gone.

This is a block down E Street, the Hotdogger. They sell, would you believe, hot dogs, and have done since before I moved to Davis. I don;t come here often (in fact only a few times ever, beside their stall at the Farmers Market) because I don’t generally eat hot dogs, not being much of a meat eater, though I have had their chicken hot dogs and they are nice. They won some award on a TV show a couple of years ago competing against other eateries in Davis (glad they beat Sudwerk, nothing against Sudwerk’s very nice beer but the food dish they offered up was ‘fish and chips’, and the ‘chips’ were actual American chips, ie crisps, which come on mate, we Brits mix some mad things up but fish and crisps? Mate.). I do like the Hotdogger’s chicken dogs, but the past two times I have had one, both times a bit of it dropped onto my shoe and left a stain I couldn’t get off. For that to happen once, fool on you, for it to happen twice, er, you won’t get fooled again. Seriously I can’t seem to eat hot dogs without dropping bits on my shoes, another reason I don’t eat hot dogs. Funny story, I drew this on July 14th (nothing to do with the Bastille) but in fact I had drawn the Hotdogger before on the exact same date, July 14th, back in 2012 – here is the post about that day. It’s fun to look back at history, 2012 feels like such a different age. Thirteen years between sketches – here is the original:

Enough reminiscing. Ok the next one is a few blocks up and one block over, on the corner of 5th and D, a building which houses ‘Empower Yolo’, I drew it on July 13th. It was hot. Have I drawn it before? Probably. It’s a house with a tree in front; two trees really.

And finally, here is something that is not downtown, a hydrant I have drawn before on the corner of the Quad, UC Davis. I’m nearly caught up and will start posting sketches from England, Poland and Germany soon.

Downtown at the Start of July

October 30, 2025Leave a comment

And so we continue our journey through Summer 2025, and it’s really and truly summer when you hit the first of July. Davis is a bit quieter in July, with most of the students being away, but it’s not exactly a ghost town, and the lunchtime food spots were surprisingly busy. There’s a lot of summer activity here, and on campus the fiscal close period keeps all the financial-minded staff busy. On this lunchtime I ate downtown and then stood 2nd Street next to the Institute of Odd Fellows (IOOF; I always think it says “100F” as in degrees Fahrenheit, average temperature in a Davis summer. Or more. This summer was not as bad, as it turns out, at least with the weather, not so much with the political climate. I stood next to the Handheld Pie truck that is parked underneath the big mural, I have only ever had their pie once at the Farmer’s Market. I listened to a football podcast or an audiobook or something. They say as an urban sketcher you should never sketch with headphones on, because you want to listen to the environment and soak in the senses of the world around you, and yeah sure if I was going to somewhere exotic or new, but I know what Davis sounds like, I’m wearing my airpods. I have been inside the IOOF, once, for an AYSO volunteers’ event about nine years ago (I sketched it).

This is on 4th St, it;s a Law Office I think, I’ve drawn it before. Triangular house with, not a tree but a telegraph pole in front of it, pretty standard stuff for me. I used to wonder what I’d have been like as a lawyer, I used to think I’d be good at it, but I couldn’t handle the stress. I don’t like whiskey either, I hear they like their whiskey in a crystal decanter. When I was at school one of our teachers (Mr Dadswell) started a Law GCSE, a one year program for those who were interested, and I decided to sign up along with a mate of mine who ended up being far more interested in it than he expected and even (several years later) did some law as part of his degree program at uni. However I found myself bored almost straight away, learning about torts (which it turns out are not German cakes), and long words like jurisprudence and adjudication (I was more interested in the etymologies), plus some useful Latin phrases like Ultra Vires and Res Judicata, which meant nothing to me, though one phrase stuck with me forever and I still use it: ‘Volentia Non Fit Injuria’. Great phrase to bang out in a Cockney accent, “Nah mate, volentia non fit injuria, up yours innit.” I think I only ended up going to have the classes due to being busy with my art A-Level, and ended up giving up the Law GCSE after less than a couple of months, it wasn’t my thing. There were so many books, so many laws and precedents and trials to read. Imagine being a law student. People used to say, you could be a courtroom artist! We did visit Hendon Magistrates Court one time as part of the class to watch how proceedings happened, but it was a bit boring. I didn’t expect it to be like some TV legal drama, which I never found interesting anyway. I hated all those American law shows, with their good looking attorneys and their tense courtroom battles, “Objection!” “Overruled!” “No more questions Your Honor!”. I was never much into the British ones either, with their wigs and robes and confusing titles. I didn’t even watch Rumpole of the Bailey, though I liked Leo McKern, who wouldn’t. There was a daytime show called ‘Crown Court’ when I was a kid and it was so boring, I swear they used to put it on during the daytime just to bore kids into going back to school. It was actually a drama, but so dull and wooden I assumed it was just real events. I was never going to be a lawyer.

Here we are again on 3rd Street, outside Dunloe Brewing. I have been in here a few times, usually a mid-afternoon beer on a Saturday after some sketching, though I don’t really enjoy beers that much these days, so many are just so hoppy or bitter, I am losing my taste for them. So whenever I’ve been in here, I don’t think I’ve finished my beer. I like the place though, it usually has a welcoming atmosphere, though the decor is very minimalist brewery, it’s built so you might strike up a conversation with people. Big tables for finishing off those sketches too, though I didn’t pop in after drawing this one. The fourth of July, most people on campus got off early. I enjoyed drawing the brickwork, and that big tree as well, which hides the vanishing point so people can’t check if I’m getting my perspective right. This was a bike shop years ago, I do remember coming in and getting new handle grips here once. I can never get those on, you have to push really hard and I’m just not that hard.

I’ve never been in this store either, it’s called ‘Yesterday’, on the E Street Plaza. There have been a few things here in my time in Davis, none of which I’ve ever been into. The old Avid Reader kids book store used to be next door, 20 years ago, when I first worked there I had to help move them out and rearrange all the books in the upstairs section of the main store on 2nd Street. That was less interesting than it sounds, but I remember I had a nice co-worker to talk to. I stood next to the Basin Robbins store on E St – been in there a few times, I like a milkshake every now and then, more so this year, it’s been a tough year – and bumped into my old friend from the Soccer and Lifestyle shop while I sketched, we talked about football shirts obviously and our trips abroad, he’d been to Italy, told me about the places in the Cinqueterre that I would definitely love to sketch, and we talked about the brand Kelme that used to make Real Madrid kits in the 90s and now make Watford’s shirts. I think Yesterday is a clothes store, I would see quite a lot of teenagers going in there, they like fashion, the teenagers. And that haircut they all have now, the one where it’s a bit curly at the front and shorter at the sides, they love that, the teenagers. When I was a teenager I was into football shirts, drawing, and guitars, so a bit like now. I didn’t have too long to sketch so kept this minimal, and did not finish off later and colouring-in later.

This is one of those trees that goes very bright pink all of a sudden, a bit like me when I get embarrassed for not knowing the names of any of these trees. People do tell me as well, but I forget. I stood on the corner of 2nd and D one lunchtime and drew this tree, outside a frozen yogurt place of which there are so many in Davis (I’ve not been in this one). Yogurt, I spell it ‘yoghurt’ of course. It’s nice, but I don’t eat it much, not when there is Baskin-Robbins milkshake nearby. In fact this is very close, on the same block, as the first sketch in this post so it’s like we have come full circle, which is not easy on a grid system where everything is square or rectangular. Sketching every part of downtown feels like a sketch safari, except if I was on a real safari I’d be a bit useless at identifying anything, “there’s one of those big cat things with the spots, and over there is of those big grey animals with the long noses and the ears, and look there’s a stripy horse thing, I call it a Zebra but you would call it a Zeebra, oh no wait it is a horse standing next to a fence, never mind.”

Moe’s Books

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There are certain themed subjects I like to fill my sketchbooks with if I can. The old urban sketchers rule that every sketchbook needs a dinosaur and a classic car, well I try my best there, even if the dinosaur is me. Fire hydrants, I try to sketch ’em all, like Pokemon Go. I never see people out playing that any more. Pubs, especially old pubs, I try to draw as many as I can especially in England, because they are all disappearing, like the Pokemon Go players. Tube stations, they might not be disappearing but some of the older ones are getting knocked down and expanded into bigger more modern stations, and I like those old historic buildings. Some of them. The other thing I always feel a great need to sketch are bookshops, independent bookshops preferably, as they play a major role in their local communities and are also constantly under peril. Before moving out here I worked for a small bookshop in Finchley in north London for a few years (not in the shop bit, but the office in the basement) and it was a good place to work (and I like Finchley as an area), but also a real insight into how hard it is for small businesses in the face of current market forces. They ended up closing less than two years after I moved out here and I wish I had at least sketched the store for posterity. Many other small bookshops were closing at the time, and replaced with what, more estate agents? So fast forward twenty and I’m pleased to see that, over here and over there too, there are still many small bookshops hanging on, and in many communities really finding their place again. The first place I worked when I came to California was a small independent bookshop, the Avid Reader, and they faced the challenge of Borders and Amazon until Borders went away and Amazon didn’t. They are still there (with new owners now) and always busy, I’d say one of the most important places in downtown Davis. However one of the first bookshops I went into when we first moved to America 20 years ago was this one, Moe’s on Telegraph Avenue, Berkeley. It’s a big store with new and used books over several floors, and feels like an old-school well-used bookshop. Anyway, Summer holidays had started and so one day I went down to Berkeley with my seventeen-year-old to get out of Davis and look around Berkeley, we spent our time walking about campus, visiting that big games shop, spending ages in record shops, and looking around Moe’s, among other shops. We were having those massive waffles at the place next door, and while waiting for them I dashed across the street to start a sketch of the bookshop. The big red and white awning is characteristic of this store. Inside I found a big old illustrated book about old myths and witches that I used to have when I was a kid, I would be obsessed not only with the stories but mostly with the drawings, which would inspire me to draw and write my own stories. I should have bought it, but instead I bought a copy of Snorri Sturluson’s Prose Edda for some reason. I had to stop myself buying this big illustrated book of Celtic legends (Celtic as in Irish and Scottish, not as in the football club from Glasgow, it wasn’t full of pictures of Henrik Larsson or Roy Aitken). I had to save some money to spend in Amoeba music. I’m glad to see Moe’s is still there and doing well, and now it’s another bookshop in my sketchbook. I see this though and it makes me hungry for those waffles.

Here are some sketches from the Amtrak train we took down to Berkeley from Davis. Above I am practicing my perspective as I always do on the train. There’s California outside the window, the view going over the Delta (the yellow bit on the right is higher than the eye-level yellow bit on the left, perspective fans, because of ‘hills’). It was a bit bumpy but I enjoyed sketching quickly in that brush pen. I sketched a couple of characters too, below, I mean passengers not characters, they are not in a story. Well maybe they are in a story, but who am I too judge. I’ve done a lot of quick people sketching this year, it’s good practice. I heard that they have recently ended the UC Berkeley-UC Davis shuttle connecting the two campuses, which is terrible news, especially as I never took it in twenty years of living here.

the rest of June

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And so, the last batch of Davis sketches from June. I have loads more from July. I wasn’t here at all in August though. These are not all just ‘house with tree in front of it’ sketches. They are however all ‘things I’ve drawn before loads of times’, except for one of them. And there are trees in front of one of the houses. Above is the old City Hall building I have drawn a million times, more properly known as ‘Historic City Hall’. It has been many things, a police station, a fire station, a city hall, a bar, a gallery for a bit if memory serves, a few restaurants, and now it is a not-actually-anything, since the last restaurant (Mamma’s) abruptly closed earlier this year. I think there was a sign on the door to that effect but I didn’t go and read it. I wonder what will go in here next; I worry it it will sit empty for a long time. It was built in 1938 in the Spanish-colonialist style by someone called P.L. Dragon, so it’s a lot younger than the now-demolished East Wing of the White House was. BTW, WTF. Outside is a unicycle sculpture, that being the symbol of the City of Davis.

Next up is another view of the side of the Dresbach-Hunt-Boyer Building, which is on the corner of 2nd and E Streets, and is one of the oldest buildings in Davis, dating from the 1870s (and therefore older than the White House East Wing was). William Dresbach lived here, and he is important because he was the first postmaster of what was then called Davisville, a position of such power that it was he who shortened the name ‘Davisville’ to simply ‘Davis’, presumably to save using bigger envelopes. I wonder if it will shortened even further to just ‘Dave’. I think I have been inside the mansion once, when it was an information or visitor’s centre for Davis and I was in there looking for leaflets to include in our student welcome folders years ago. I used to have to do that, go around trying to get useful leaflets. I remember one year going to the Chamber of Commerce (I think it was) when it was on 3rd Street and they refused to give me more than one copy of some downtown map of local attractions and restaurants. A tall serious man came out and stood in front of me questioning why I needed them, as if asking for five or six copies of a free map to give to prospective students was somehow highly irregular; it was a little intimidating. As I skulked away guiltily with just one map, I remember thinking, I hope you don’t ever need a drawing of Davis at any point because I will probably say no. I was so put off I never bothered asking again and ended up making my own information sheets illustrated with my own sketches, I don’t have those any more though as I do a different job now. Anyway back to this sketch, right outside is the real symbol of Davis, a bicycle drawn so badly that it looks like a piece of modern art. It is a strong contender for the worst bike I have ever drawn. When I joke about not being able to draw them I’m not kidding. Notice how I carefully avoided drawing the wheels on that bit of car as well. Remember that kids song, ‘The Wheels On The Bus Go Round and Round’? I could never remember the words, because I just don’t like wheels, I can’t draw circles. I don’t even eat Wagon Wheels. I even get annoyed watching Wheel of Fortune, but for completely different reasons, the latest of which is the new host Ryan C. Crest. Anyway, the green buildings on the right of the sketch are called Mansion Square. Almost twenty years ago, before I had my first job in Davis, I went for a job here at the SAT preparation center as someone that would help students get ready for their SAT. Having no experience whatsoever with the SAT I was not really qualified, and I had to take a mock SAT as well which I don’t think I passed, but I did have to do a presentation about any subject and if I recall correctly I went in and told them all about the English ghost legend of Black Shuck. Fascinating, but completely useless information. Back then, there was a massive tree that stood in the middle of the scene above, probably the tallest tree in downtown Davis, and it was leaning quite considerably to the left so they ended up cutting it down and chopping it up (no that’s not a metaphor, behave). I was worried it would fall eventually and I did draw it once, but now it’s just a memory.

This building above is a very new structure, about ten years old, next to the Coldwell Banker real estate building. I remember drawing it while it was being built in 2015 (see here) and also from across the street in May of last year (see here). I liked this angle looking down 2nd Street.

Finally, the latest version of that funny looking building on G Street, where the kids clothes shop ‘Bubble Belly’ is found. This highly unusual structure has to be sketched every few years or so by me just to remind me how different it is to everything else in Davis. I mean I like triangles but these are huge. There is a tree in front too but it’s fairly subtle. If ever I get this book of Davis drawings made I would like this building in there. It’s another that I have never been inside, but since it is a store for baby clothes it’s unlikely I ever will. It’s been a long time since my one was a baby. That said, my family in England keeps growing with more babies, and the latest is my great-niece Beatrix who was born a few weeks ago, welcome to the world! I do miss the baby days though, seems like a long time ago now. There was this one shop in Davis called the Mother and Baby source which had a scale for you to weigh your baby if you didn’t want to keep going to the doctors, they were really nice. We had a lovely doctor as well, Dr Keremitsis, who sadly passed away many years ago now. If you visit Kaiser in South Davis there is a tribute to her on the wall, which is actually a series of my drawings of Davis, places she loved. This by the way is another reason I draw, so people can recognize the places they know, and remember their own stories. I have never been inside this building, but I bet there are a lot of people who have with their own personal memories. Ok that’s June out of the way. I do actually have some other sketches from June too but not from Davis so I’ll post those another time.