This picture is the harbour of Frikes before you reach the better-known Kioni.
I am exploring the depth of field and the perspective of the boats in the foreground.
The sun is fully on the small town at midday.
It is quite am
It was 9.15 am and the water would soon be covering the causeway making Lindisfarne an Island again.
A few walkers were watching the sea in the distance while making their way between the poles which poked out of the sand.
I commenced art-working this last weekend in the newly constructed greenhouse. The temperature on the weekend was a tad challenging but I put in a stint on Friday night and then followed it up before 9.00 am on Saturday.
I spent a week pottering around the land of the rievers, Utred and various battle sites and castles. What could be more inspirational than this wonderful county? These hasty scribbles give a feeling.
A self portrait of me walking from the
In the last epic stories I wrote which were set in Rajasthan at the time of the Mughal invasion, I found that the overall story came to a fitting end. Two other characters had emerged in the heat of battle