It was chucking it down in Cromer on Wednesday: sharp spikes of rain, whipping against our faces, blown by a relentlessly icy wind. We looked at the crashing grey sea and walked down the grim streets. The little pottery café looked warm and wind-free. A painting afternoon beckoned.
Offsprog One went on a mushroom walk at the weekend, and she decorated her mug with various different varieties of toadstool. I painted my Green Goddess onto a plate, or a simplified version of her. She will arrive fired in the post in a couple of weeks time, I believe. I wish I hadn't tried to do strings. Clumsy of me, but it's hard to know when you're finished.
Yesterday, we walked on the beach and marvelled at the stories the stones told us.
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