A sketch of the sailing boats. The colours of the boat covers and the whistling sound the boats make in the wind is mesmerising. Sketching whilst on the beach. This sketch is completed out of the window of my favourite cafe. I’m not sure if he’s a captain, but in my stories he is! Sketching on the beach easter weekend. So often the beach is windy. It blows any worries away. This is a sketch of the rough sea and the gulls burying themselves in the shingle as protection. A sketch done whilst on the way back from the school run in winter. I wanted to draw this for the beautiful dancing fish created out of wire. But there is more to this beach hut. It is shared amongst many people and is full of love. I’ve walked past this house hundreds of times. I love this house, as a child it was my dream house. Symmetrical with a blue door. I still smile when I walk past it. Sketching while the sea came in, slowly cutting the island off from the mainland by burying the causeway.