‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
Oh do be quiet Emily Dickinson we are trying to watch the massive cygnets.
Knowing when to let go
Three weeks older, white tipped wings stronger every day, the Queens Park cygnets may soon be on their way.
Sometimes it’s tricky to know when to stop working on a painting. In this one, less may have been more.
Second time around, maybe it was about right.
Lake Windermere revelation
Despite all appearances, paddle boarding is faster than painting.
Weed feeding
The cygnets in Queens Park were on a weed feeding frenzy today. The occasional stretch revealed the first splash of white wing-tips.
Pen and Cob about to ward off the geese.
5 minute Hotdog
Expensive, delicious and slightly damp from the pouring rain! 
Mullion Cove
A beautiful afternoon sketching and being tutted at for hogging the ‘sunny’ bench. It’s not ‘art’ if you don’t suffer. 
Try this only once
Eat a pasty bigger than your head, then walk the Lizard Peninsula. Freehand sketching optional.
Asparagus Island and The Bellows
Mullion Cove
Windy bottoms
This ridiculously windy spot at the base of Castle Hill nature reserve, marks the spot where Standean bottom meets Falmer bottom meets Balsdean bottom. 
We have to find small pleasures where we can.
Mooning in the park
A busy afternoon in Queens Park, Brighton as Luke Jerram’s Museum of the moon lands on the pond. Sooo cool!
Lost in the attic
If only the 19th century Old Operating Theatre wasn’t sound proofed, someone may have heard the screams of the ghostly un-anesthetised female patients sooner. Then this little gem wouldn’t have lain hidden in a church attic, lost, alone and probably a bit stinky, for almost 100 years.
Well worth a visit, particularly for the talks, beware… there will be gorey details! Hand washing optional.
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