Day after MOSS CREEK we went to a nearby village, looking for a small lake we were told worth visiting. But before we ever found it, we stumbled on an ancient river-mill that still works, with addition of a petite restaurant built around it. We bought some natural hand-made flour and honey and when local cats willing to play promised to keep my daughter busy enough, I heard a cacophony of objects left by the plank-wall calling me. The owner let me go at it, curious what will come out of it. After maybe an hour I was nearing the end when the rain started. We decided to visit the lake another time and kicked off, before the dusty little road that lead us there turned to mud. Back at Soko Banja, I added the final touches at the local cafe.
As a memento of forced retreat, a raindrop left a trace on the final sketch, visible in the top left square of details.