I promised my daughter Alice I would head down to the beach and watch her surf on the long board. A gentle breeze, mizzle and greyness hung over the gentle Atlantic swell. I couldn’t resist hunkering down in the dunes to watch the sea, surf and the surfers.
And it wasn’t long before my fixation of the water and the surfers took hold; tiny black dots moulded into the seas movement and once again out came the turquoise and sea blue inks which had been hiding in my bag. Tommy dog’s water came in useful for my brushes