I grew up in Oxford but in 1979 I went to study art in London. I loved making art every day but missed Oxford and the countryside. I had met a girl at college and during the first summer holiday we borrowed my fathers' rowing boat and tiny outboard engine and motored along the Thames from Oxford down to London. It rained most of the way and we covered ourselves in tarpaulins and camped on the riverbank at night. I drew all the way and when I was back at college I made a series of small paintings from the drawings that resembled frames from a cartoon strip. The trip gave me an endless supply of views each different but made up of the same elements. I don't know where they are except for one that I gave my grandmother which I took back after she died