Yesterday I managed to get out, with my tiny folding teak table, my tiny folding chair, my Schminke paintbox and a couple of brushes, with a plastic flask for water borrowed from an old Cotman travel box, and painted this lovely tree. I'm pretty much obsessed with this species of tree, as some other sketches from this sketchbook attest. The branches have a lovely floating effect, with dainty clusters of little leaves, pendulous like bunches of grapes but also frothy like ostrich plumes, and its tiny flowers in spring make it look dusted with gold. I stopped painting because a few drops of rain fell, so I hastily plonked the sketchbook in a carrier bag and toddled home. But just as well: there's nothing more I want to add.