Fjords and famine
Traditional watercolour landscapes are not my forte, but this stunning spot in the graveyard above Killary Harbour fjord gave me itchy aqua brushes. Sometimes you just have to try!
Beach-watching and sunburn at Lettergesh.
After being bombarded with rain drops the size of apples at Aashleagh falls, I was relieved to stand, legs akimbo and dry my trousers at the Doo Lough famine memorial.
The weather continued to race through this sobering spot where hundreds died in 1849.
The shafts on sunlight in the foreground of my sketch had almost fled by the time I’d finished.
I persisted with wrinkled pages and a soggy bottom outside the shrine…
Dried off with soup and sandwiches and a quick sketch from a cafe.
Knock is awash with souvenir shops. You can pick up holy water bottles ranging from the full litre sizes featured above, to tiny handbag sized ones shown below. 
If that’s not your thing, maybe a tiny ‘Our Lady of Knock’ font or a glow in the dark Holy Mary.
Followed by Jersey Street in Hanover.
Filling a sketchbook can come with a sense of achievement, but it can also be a bit sad, filing away all those memories of the past few months.
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