Taking shelter under a rainbow of the eccentric British fantastical became a short, colourful indulgence within the spread of the whole planned volume.
One that also referenced the teetering edge of our politics, ecology and community health situations since the series began in 2004; The ruddy-cheeked Brexiteers, the dull blood stains on a Yorkshire pavement, the bright yellow hair of a nation's favourite blowhard.
Who wouldn't take shelter in the face of these things. . ?
Fortuitously I was able to self-medicate in a bid to cure these lurking toxic uncertainties.
Calling upon avatars of a certain Timelord.
A green satin caped Jon one from 1973, a capering pair of colourful Bakerboys from the 80s and a resolute, saintly Paul from The Wilderness Period.
They saw off the worst of it.
The road to creative satisfaction – through what ends up being a very busy period – is fraught with quiet anxieties and questions. The Road Most Travelled, ironed out in the usual black-clad A5 sketch book.