Bygone Beach Days sketchbook
These beautiful watercolours were painted by my Great Grandfather Joseph Fletcher back in the 1920's and are available from my shop!
No matter how high I would roll up my trousers,
they always got soaked,
as the waves rolled ever inwards faster than I could run.
The colours of sunsets reflected on the sea always take my breath away.
Sitting on a rug that was always covered in sand despite my best efforts,
trying to read a book while the wind turned the pages for me.
Sometimes the wildness of the sea reflects the storm in my soul.
No matter the weather we stuck out a day at the beach with layers of jumpers and wind in our hair.
The whole family peering in rock pools and squealing with delight when we saw movement.
Big sky, sun on the water, and the call of oystercatchers.
While my brothers were busy making amazing sandcastles,
I used to wander along the beach with my bucket,
for what seemed like miles,
looking for shells and other treasures that had been washed up by the sea.
When I got back to my brothers,
I would then decorate their castles with my shells.