Cherries

One warm July day, on her regular midday stroll along Leather Lane, round the corner from her studio in Cockpit Yard, a fruit stall caught Katharine's eye with its cascade of ripe red cherries. Hurrying back to sketch an idea for a little ruby overlaid bowl, it was soon clear she needed to have some to study, so out again, half a kilo in a leaky paper bag later, the race was on to draw the beauties before temptation took its toll.