Day 32
Rain. Rain. Rain. All day. And a sad, unexpected funeral to go to. Afterwards, I drove to the Central Basin of the lake and walked along the promenade and back, finishing at the National Library. I looked at the exhibition inside but it was mostly pictures of places Captain Cook had visited - nothing I felt like drawing. So I wandered outside where there is a bit of a verandah and came across the cafe shade umbrellas, sodden and stark, and one morose magpie - and as I drew, a soft, cloudy sunset appeared. Strange old world, sometimes. 3 km