Tag Archives: rocks and sea

The Beach

Bass Rock with beach rocks in foreground

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.

Tantallon castle, cliff view

when we rounded the corner the castle was there

photo of man lying by the sea

Andi and the tide

image showing strange rocks and forms resembling figures on a beach

rock figure and distant phantom

harbour on Seacliff beach

secret rock harbour and the ‘phantom’, now turned into a harmless wheel

rocks resembling a figure on Seacliff beach

the rock figure seems to have turned its back on the phantom in a rather snooty way

rock figure on Seacliff beach

rock figure stealing sea memorial

man and dog on Seacliff beach

a meeting on the beach

man with sea and Bass Rock

practising looking craggy

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