It was a very cold cloudy day today in London. Armed with my array of pencils and papers, I decided to head back to the Brompton Cemetery for the third time and it didn’t fail to surprise me. After a couple of hours of life size frottages and figure sketches of the angels, my toes started to go numb and cold and I was disappointed in them. I remembered my old lonely friend in my backpack who never disappoints. It was the most eventful 20 minute walk back to the main entrance. It was beautiful to see the world through him again.

Photographs from Brompton