When given a choice of where to go I always choose the seaside – even if our nearest bit (only 8 miles away) is in the estuary of two tidal rivers to me it is still the sea. Salt water, sand, seagulls, stones, shells, seaweed and beach-huts. We went to take a photo of our new ‘old’ car against a ‘good’ backdrop and I left hubby sitting on a bench near the car and slipped down for a very quick walk on the shore.
Inevitably I collected some shells – though most of them are oyster shells as there are oyster beds just near here. These were a very quick sketch of some very small shells I sneaked home and painted the other morning.