A desk-bound hobby was far from ideal during my first career, which was very much desk-oriented in itself. Therefore, my artistic side only found an outlet in doodles while on conference calls and in excessively neat, handwritten mark-ups of documents.

Law was the sensible career choice and I loved it, but as I approach fifty, I felt it was time to give myself the opportunity to see if I can make a living from my art.

In terms of what inspires me to draw, it can be anything. I rarely look at the countryside or a building without thinking about how I would draw it and which bits would cause me grief if I did. I adore being outside, regardless of whether I am in open countryside or an urban setting.

Wherever I find myself, I like the excitement of a place where it is not possible to see what is coming next. There is little better than exploring a new city on one of my hastily compiled self-guided walking tours and turning a corner to see a super-wonky, timber-framed renaissance town house or a gorgeous nineteenth century, red brick warehouse. I have a massive stash of photos of such places ready to be drawn when I get the chance.

And, at the end of every walk, there must be cake.