Duck, duck, goosander.

     I've spent hours today trying to get the image I had in my head onto a bit of paper and after a total restart and a whole mess of erasing I finally got the gist of it pencilled out leaving me free to spend even more hours meticulously adding trillions of tiny dots that have quite possibly driven me insane which would explain this massively long sentence that lacks any discernible pauses or punctuation.

     This is it so far.. 

Check out how small my desk is.

     It's not quite done yet and I may even attempt to change the colour of it using a computer like what all the other boys are doing nowadays. Maybe.

Treecreeper.

     For the past few days now I've been frantically Googling pieces of information that I got from Wilf, trying to come up with something I can make into an image. Unfortunately, I find buildings insanely boring to draw, even really cool ones. However, one of my favourite stories of Wilf's took place on Reddish Vale; Stockport's very own wilderness. And, following another epiphany dream, I concocted an image in my brain that wouldn't make me want to kill myself through boredom after spending hours on it.
     I set about researching Reddish Vale; how it looked back then and what birds there were to be found (the story was about birds if you didn't guess). I even paid it a visit and saw myself a heron, which is weird since it's cold as balls out this time of year.

     Anyway, I discovered there are actually a whole bunch of gnarly birds that convene there, not just feetless pigeons and gulls..

Greater Spotted Woodpecker

Cormorant

Kestrel

Goosander (this one is dead obviously)

Grey Heron

Kingfisher

Treecreeper

     Those are but a few but they're probably the prettiest and have the best names (treecreeper is my favourite).

     Obviously I haven't referenced any of these images but they're from the internet so I'm sure you'll be able to find them.

Wilf.

     Today I got up wicked early, after around half an hour of sleep, and ventured through the badlands of Stockport to visit Whitehill resource centre and have a nice long chat with a stranger. Somehow I managed to contain myself the whole way there.
     Despite bricking it beforehand (since I have very poor conversational skills and don't like people that much) I actually managed to enjoy it somewhat. I spoke to a really nice chap called Wilf. He told me a ton of stuff about his school and early work life and we even had a laugh.
     I'm slightly more optimistic about this brief and once I've read through my notes and researched some of the areas he mentioned I should hopefully be able to get something drawn.

History is history.

     Received yet another short brief, this time for an outside client: Age UK Stockport.
The aim of the brief is to work towards a heritage project that they have designed by gathering the memories and stories of elderly people with dementia at the Whitehill resource centre and producing an image based on a quote or anecdote.
     Since this is a 'heritage' project, the image should also reflect a historical building or place/area in Stockport.
     After receiving the brief we went on a historical walk of Stockport town centre and discovered that most of the historical sites and places of interest were either something else nowadays or just weren't there anymore. This is going to be a challenge.