Y2D86 and walkies

Merry Christmas morn, or as I write this post, afternoon. I went for a walk this morning, while there was a break in the clouds, up around the common, with my sketchbook in hand. I say walking, but what I really mean is trying not to fall on my butt in the mud and constantly stopping suddenly to sketch something in my book. So today I bring you charcoal pencil renditions of the traditional Christmas… parrot… sitting atop a disused gas light pole.