I was hear last Monday. A bit of the graveyard behind St. James Church on Denby Dale Road. It's cold today. I went running earlier but then had a cup of coffee and a mince pie at the supermarket further up the road, which warmed me up enough to go drawing for an hour at the Church.
I felt a bit conspicuous, never sure if other people see it as disrespectful to draw in a cemetery. I know as a kid grave rubbing was highly frowned upon. Anyway. Just me. And the birds, and a dog barking, and men hammering away on an extension on a house nearby. And the trains trundling by. It's really close to train tracks.