Two frantically swift drawings in a tiny sketchbook as I went over the bridge at Runcorn on my way to Liverpool. It is a very lovely bridge, and I always look forward to the train journey fron Birmingham New Street to Liverpool because of the bridge at Runcorn, and the approach toLiverpool Lime Street takes you through a valley of rock and engineering brickwork carved and blended in together...sadly the train never slows down until it gets past that point. But back to the bridge. It overlooks an estury and is surrounded by archways and warehouses. one day I'll get off at Runcorn and draw the bridge. These little scraps are a statement of intent.
