Sea sketch.




A silver rain cloaks the coast as it slips into evening. Fishing boats steam from the harbour mouth to grounds where the shoals dart, flash, switch; weaving their own nets,  to catch the last embers of light from days end.


Forth -southwesterly storm force 10 decreasing gale force 8.




Today’s forecast – windy, very windy. Definitely a painting day so headed out to Fife Ness with big paper to try and record something of the sea. Even weighted down with stones the paper kept flying away either down the beach on in my face. Not laughing three hours later….. However a fabulous afternoon, and the finished painting looks a bit battered around the edges as I did walking back over the golf course not making eye contact with the golfers who probably had their own thoughts on how I looked .


Acrylic and charcoal on paper – 140 x 60 cm.

Hawthorn blossom.




Bees woozy on the hawthorns mortal scent. Sheeps wool caught on its spiky armour, tokens of devotion for Aphrodite.


Ink on paper 76 x 56 cm.

Field corner.



Mixed media on paper -114 x 56 cm.

A warm breeze and bright sun this morning looking over the Forth to North Berwick Law. A hare sits on the track, its ears twitching. Swallows swoop low over the water and  hawthorn blossom so full the branches are bent double. Sheep’s wool caught on the bark of  Scots Pines. Fish rise, a dragonfly blue and a redstart sings high in a tree.

The Pool




Cool east wind ripples across the water, the grasses quiver in the margins.

Mixed media on paper – 84 x 58 cm.