|Beach huts in the mist|
Went to Sutton on Sea again yesterday to paint. Set off to drive... beautiful sunny day, like spring has sprung early! Arrived and went for a walk on the beach with Maisie... beautiful sunshine.
But wait... do you see that little misty patch near the horizon? It wasn't there a minute ago. Walked back to the car to collect paints and returned to beach (took less than five minutes).
And now the whole scene looked like this -
Yes indeed, bleak. Plus the temperature had plummeted.
I couldn't see the sea anymore, or most of the beach. After a heart dropping moment or two I decided to paint the beach huts. They were, after all, the only things I could see. Well, the nearest huts anyway.
I can't tell you how cold I was when I was painting this. I wondered more than once why I was carrying on. Where do I get this dogged determination I asked myself.
I had some really useful comments too from the odd passer by.
A nice lady said how relaxing it must be, painting. I smiled through gritted teeth. I was feeling far from relaxed. Relaxing involves warmth for a start...
Later a man said "Well, I'll give you five out of ten for perseverance anyway, on a day like this" ...
five? FIVE? FIIIIVVVEE?!! (excuse the hysteria, I was shaking like a leaf at this point and my fingers had turned blue - probably, I couldn't actually see them for the gloves)
And to top it all off, a serious faced little girl said (to herself as much as to me) "Is it a day for painting... do you think?"
Oh yes, out of the mouths of babes.