Winch Breakwater The long, slow journey to my new studio got a little closer last week, as our new roof finally got fitted, and weather permitting the new shed in our back garden should go up in the next fortnight - of course it’s been raining pretty constantly this week but c’est la vie. Once … Continue reading Getting started
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The 3 months since my last blog, filled by Christmas and New Year, long journeys, storms and sickness, it is fair to say have not been my most creative. Instead of producing I have searched, marvelling at the beauty of the sea as it hurls itself landward, taking in the weight of the seemingly slumbering … Continue reading Surface
On the 26th July 2019 we first visited the fishing village that we would eventually settle in. We had camped at Inverbervie - a lovely site but sadly soil erosion from 3 years of heavy flooding has torn away the riverbank that we camped on - and wandered south down the coast path. Poking round … Continue reading My first Gourdon painting
Inverbervie - winch recovered In my last blog I talked of coastal erosion, and how the recent storms had undermined and buried the winch that once hauled fishing boats out of the sea, and onto Bervie beach. Today we walked into town, and there, standing proud once more, if a little further back, was the … Continue reading A sense of place
October 22nd 2023 4 days into Storm Babet, and the worst is over. I wandered down to Inverbervie, taking the lower road, a rough path just to the seaward side of the tarmacked track that runs along the route of the Gourdon - Bervie section of the Montrose to Inverbervie Railway (closed 1966). The old … Continue reading What a difference a fortnight makes
After two days of rain the air feels clean, washed. Coming from the city with eyes used to the filtering of pollution there is a clarity to the light here, an intensity to the colours, that I am entranced by. This morning was no exception - the sea calm and flat and the skyline with … Continue reading After the rain
The morning walk to Bervie for the paper and milk, I’ve done this every Saturday for 6 weeks, observing the changes as Summer turns to Autumn and tide ebbs and flows. Today the world is muted and there is a stillness to the air. The sky in pastels of peach and yellow, clouds a pale … Continue reading 9.30 Saturday morning
Rambling through an abstract landscape 