Olly hauled his bag with him out to the grounds. He needed to find the perfect spot. He stopped by the courtyard but, no, too much grass. He tried a few of the pathways but those were rock. Not the correct surface type. He was getting a bit frustrated and almost ready to give up when he stepped onto the wooden bridge. Concrete would have been best but the wood wasn't too bad. He was going to have to take what he could get, anyway. And it seemed this would be his best bet.

About halfway down the bridge Olly stopped and made himself comfortable. He sat off to one site, so people could still get past, and revealed the contents of his bag. It was a box of brand new chalk that his dads had just sent him. Olly had been looking for the perfect place to break them in. He selected a light blue one and started drawing. The box was sitting not far from him in what he hoped was a welcoming position. He was definitely willing to share and hoped that others might want to draw too.