People like it when I draw people, but a lot of the time I dream about drawing shapes, or rather recording shapes I see around me. For nine months I’ve been making my way through the building site that used to be Cattle Market Road, behind Temple Meads Station, rarely dismounting from my bicycle as instructed, but kind of building a silent, polite rapport with the pedestrians, cyclists, and builders who pass through the steel fence corridor every day.

They’re building a road bridge that will lead to Bristol’s  new indoor arena. They started work long before the design for the arena itself was chosen last month, digging around and gently moving pipes and cables, and then patiently laying new road in intricate layers. It’s more painstaking than you could imagine, often involving one man with a shovel. 18 months is a long road closure, but I will miss it when it’s gone.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked across this building site at the two intersecting crescents of the Bath Road Bridge and the Totterdown houses and wanted to draw them. I don’t really know why, either. But today was the first day in weeks when I felt I could spare ten minutes and do it.