It’s been a joy to spend some time outside drawing again after the seemingly endless rain of late.
Walking the cliffs I’ll sit a while here and there, write a little and absorb the colours, sounds and smell of the sea. Sometimes fog will dance around the headland while Choughs flit close by on the wind, enhancing a sense of mystery.
Scrambling down to the rocks below reveals a myriad of texture and pattern and it’s here all comes together in drawing.
