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| Fleet Street and the Law Courts 9" x 12", pen and sepia ink and coloured pencils copyright Katherine Tyrrell |
My first sketch was done while sat at the rear of St Clement Danes Church at the point where Aldwych becomes Fleet Street. The very impressive buildings which are the Royal Courts of Justice were on my left. I tried pen and ink so as to avoid too much rubbing out of pencil and then added coloured pencils. I strengthened the latter when I got home.
In the foreground you can see of two other sketches from that day's sketchcrawl.
Below is a map of the area of the Sketchcrawl. This is a link to a Google Map I've started of the locations of where I sat to draw these views - Urban Sketches London
My second sketch was done not far in the Inner Temple - not from where we had the lunchtime get-together to look at the morning sketches.
I sat on the steps next to the cloister and looking across to the oldest and round part of Temple Church. The Church was built by the Knights Templar (crusading monks) and was designed to remind them of the circular Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem which was the holiest place in the Crusaders’ world. Today it is better know to some as one of the locations in The Da Vinci Code.
This is the church of Inner and Middle Temple, two of England’s four ancient societies of lawyers, the Inns of Court
Temple Church website
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| Temple Church 12" x 9", pencil and coloured pencils copyright Katherine Tyrrell |
This is how to find your way to the Temple Chuch Access for pedestrians after 20.30 on weekdays and all weekend is via Tudor Street only.
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| Dr Johnson's House and Hodge the cat Gough Square pen ans sepia ink |
This is what Boswell had to say about Hodge in his account of Dr Johnson
I never shall forget the indulgence with which he treated Hodge, his cat: for whom he himself used to go out and buy oysters, lest the servants having that trouble should take a dislike to the poor creature. I am, unluckily, one of those who have an antipathy to a cat, so that I am uneasy when in the room with one; and I own, I frequently suffered a good deal from the presence of this same Hodge. I recollect him one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast, apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend smiling and half-whistling, rubbed down his back, and pulled him by the tail; and when I observed he was a fine cat, saying, 'Why yes, Sir, but I have had cats whom I liked better than this;' and then as if perceiving Hodge to be out of countenance, adding, 'but he is a very fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.'
