I was traveling on a local train with my husband and our bicycles. It was the start of a week-long cycle tour of Suffolk. The Saxmundham train was a busy train. We sat at a table opposite a gentleman who was engrossed in sketching passengers on the train. My husband turned to me and said “You usually do that, why not do the same now?” I quietly explained that I had forgotten to pack my sketchbook and will have to get one. The gentleman overhead the conversation, and dipped into his bag and pulled out a brand new, Moleskin sketchbook still in its cellophane wrapper and gave it to me.
A kind artist on the train
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