Blustery autumnal day, battle against the wind to cycle down to the local library. With the rest of the city hard at work, Mildmay Library was a reassuring refuge for a handful of folk quietly perusing plastic-coated hardbacks or seeking armchair warmth for a moment of shut-eye. There were very few picture books in the grown-up section so I made myself comfy at a big round table insulated by walls of children’s picture books. Dorling Kindersley served me well and I drew, undisturbed, to the sound of shuffling librarians, the whirring photocopier and outside wind. Found magical depictions of animals in children’s books; hardback picture books for inspiration next Monday bounced along in my bike basket on the way home.