More sand and sea

 

Selworthy Sands, barely known and only accessable at low tide, and via a roped scramble down the scree; but beautiful and etherial, as such beaches so often are... 

 

Above Kingscliff Woods

Just to prove that I also paint closer to home.  This is the upper end of a regular run of mine; where the woods, once a royal forest managed by Geoffrey Chaucer, give way to the first hills of the Quantocks.  There was a hard frost this morning, but the sun was breaking through the mist; and, for the first time in months, I ran up the hills, as well as down them...

Coquet Island

The second attempt of 2012; not as good as the first painting, I think.

Coquet Island

Coquet Island, from Alnmouth, once again.  The Northumberland coast continues to fascinate and inspire me.

Keeping painting; another blue cross

Back to the hills

After nearly three months off the hills; a torn ligament in my knee, and more than enough work, in school and beyond; I am back running and painting.
The hills are hard work, and Exmoor is freezing!
I hope that this blog will get up and running properly and some pictures will be up here as soon as possible.

Misunderstanding the best of intentions

I walked into our bedroom at 7.00 with Jane's early morning cup of tea to find her just stirring, as I put down her tea I whispered 'stay asleep' [if you can't have a lie in on Mothering Sunday when can you?] and went downstairs to the children. They were all up for running downstairs and giving Mum her presents, alongside cold coffee soggy toast. But we all kept quiet. Then at 7.40 I went back upstairs, I needed church keys so I could go off and do the 8am Communion. Jane looked up and said, 'Can I get up now?' We ended up doing Mothering Sunday presents at lunch time. Even the best of intentions can go wrong...!