There seems to be an invisible cord that pulls me towards waves and sand.
I walk on the beach, I poke about in seaside towns, what more could you ask of life?
I suppose at some stage I ought to knuckle down and do some real work, but until then here are a few works of art I've seen at the seaside.
Beach Hut , Southwold. |
Seaweed, Northumberland. |
Mural, Southwold Pier. I think this is George Orwell. |
More Beach Huts. |
Collaboration on artwork between oldest and youngest family members. |
Mural, Hunstanton Car park. |
But right now, back to work.
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