Strong westerlies have been blowing for the last few days, moving sand from one end of the beach to the other. The roots and grass clumps left by the last big tides are trapping some of it. The rest is building up at the east end of the bay.
If the tractor and trailer I saw a few weeks ago keeps removing that sand will it be gone from the system? Or is it constantly being created by the sea?
Last night I had to step up to the rock I usually sit on to watch the birds sheltering at the west end. At least a foot’s depth of sand has been eroded at the dune edge there, down to bare rocks.
Last week I moved to the coast. First night in my new flat I couldn’t sleep and walked to the beach as the sun was coming up. What a light! A lobster boat puttered past travelling west and three porpoises surfaced, wheeled and disappeared to the east. This feels like a good start.
The oil paints are out of their box, for the first time in years.
I’m experimenting with walnut oil, going solvent-free. I’ve never liked the smell of turps or white spirit, they made me feel sick in the past. But I love the rich colours of oil paint and all the time you get to play with them before they dry.