Yesterday (Easter Sunday) I went down to Musselwick Mouth for a swim at the end of the afternoon. There were very few people there: this lady and her daughter were happy to just sit on the dark rocks, enjoy the view, and watch out for gannets diving. And chat, of course!
Having dried and dressed after my dip, there and then I could only dash down in sanguine Conte the briefest indication of how strongly their close-sitting to converse looked from my viewpoint, thanks to foreshortening. So I did a lot more work, mostly in pencil, much later in the evening.
