sheltered and sunny Dunbar harbour
This post will have to remain almost wordless as it’s really just an excuse to show some pictures of North Berwick and Dunbar. Ours was such a whirlwind trip that there was sadly no time to linger with my paintbox in any of the beautiful locations we visited, but they were certainly inspiring.
Since our return from Scotland I have been painting on the hill once more in the cold March evening light but I will save that for my next post. Now that the clocks have jumped forward an hour there should be increasing opportunities to roam around on the fells capturing the brightness and shadows in paint.
scudding clouds and leaning boats at Dunbar
waves pounding Dunbar
the searing blue of Dunbar harbour
Dunbar boat trio posing for their photo
a rather quiet resident of North Berwick
gentleman and his dog at North Berwick
farewell to North Berwick as the light fades and the Bass Rock prepares to set sail
the Bass Rock sails past whorls of rocky lava
On the beach inspiration for painters lurked round every corner, from ancient castles to crazy rock piles that had their own personalities. The light bounced madly from sea to sky to hidden harbour pool and the Bass Rock prowled across the horizon, pausing only to create striking compositions in combination with other elements of the scene.
As we walked, what appeared to be a black-cloaked figure perched on a distant rock suddenly became something else altogether and, in the spirit of painting, nothing was quite what it seemed. Colours and shapes can be deceptive. It was the kind of beach that fills the mind with odd ideas.
when we rounded the corner the castle was there
Andi and the tide
rock figure and distant phantom
secret rock harbour and the ‘phantom’, now turned into a harmless wheel
the rock figure seems to have turned its back on the phantom in a rather snooty way
rock figure stealing sea memorial
a meeting on the beach
practising looking craggy