Painting on the cliff tops
The track led through the village. There was a stile and a footpath. I followed it carefully over rocks and around the corner. Where I came face to face with huge long horned cows and their guardian bull. They stared at me. I stared at them. And began to paint…..
Behind me, I barely noticed the ocean crashing against rocks but when I turned around the power and the drama were intense. So in one spot looking in two directions I painted contrasting images. Such moments aren’t common.
They are consequently joyous.