From the mid-1980s, young neighbours. And our wonderful dog.

Drew this for someone on #DrawSomething but it seems to have disappeared

The studio, from the art table to the loading door

The studio, including the wall where I make marks

The desk in the studio, with one of two paintings of Cobh currently in progress

Home. To this. Normal service resuming now.

Cross the city line. Oh, and I think I can see a quality bus corridor.

Pop. Quiz. Hotel extension, big bend in dual-carriageway, what colour is the paper bag?

I used to work in this pub. The price of the pint at the time was 74p. And that's when 74p was a lot of p.

The Anna Livia bridge. Back across the river.

I was going to go in but...

Pub loudly locking doors. Closed then.

Ahhh, Chapelizod.

Be handy.

It's not winter any more. And I can't read this font. It's so very small. Or very far away.

Quiet road. Well empty really. Dark. Scary. That sort of thing. Hey. A bird.

Spring blossom.

In the name of love. (before ya break me heart, ya wagon ya)

Islandbridge gate lodge.

For 5 weeks no less. How. Big is this surface?