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North Berwick and Dunbar – an almost wordless post

image showing sunny harbour in Dunbar

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.

view of Dunbar shoreline and boats

scudding clouds and leaning boats at Dunbar

Dunbar waves photo

waves pounding Dunbar

Dunbar harbour photo

the searing blue of Dunbar harbour

boats at Dunbar

Dunbar boat trio posing for their photo

North Berwick wooden man

a rather quiet resident of North Berwick

North Berwick bench on the green

gentleman and his dog at North Berwick

North Berwick and Bass Rock, evening

farewell to North Berwick as the light fades and the Bass Rock prepares to set sail

On the Rocks (in a good way)

We’ve recently returned from a trip to Skye, and we were lucky enough to have the kind of weather that made it possible to paint outside (although woolly hats were still required). Ramasaig is one of my favourite places, even though new fences have made it almost impossible to get to. Once I had found a relatively sheltered spot on the rocks I settled in to do a quick sketch. Sadly, it didn’t turn out too well (I think I was too excited by the setting!) but the experience was fantastic. I have a plan to return to do a large painting one day. This picture shows the dramatic cliffs. (Thanks to Andi for the pics, and I have no idea what I was doing with that Morrisons bag, really …)

me painting at Ramasaig, en plein air

painting at Ramasaig

Tilly likes rocks. She spends ages smelling them and finding the kind of rotting things that dogs like. She also found me (hopefully smelling slightly less of decay).

Tilly and I on the rocks at Ramasaig

Tilly sniffs out my hiding place

This photo came out slightly too dark, but it’s a typical Tilly expression and one which seems to say: “Why do you do these weird things, human?? Never mind, I’ll just humour you as I usually do”.

Welsh Springer on Ramasaig beach

Tilly looking quizzical