The reedy swap teems with bird life as the rolling breeze cools the skin and rattles in my ears.
My grandmother assumed this aspect 40 years previous – easel, paint, tea in a thermos perhaps, two-year-old Easter eggs for sure. That watercolour now adorns the wall in my parent’s house.
The ocean was azure the day she sat here, at least she rendered it that way. I wonder whether it was as warm then as it is today, maybe the same gentle northerly blew.
In my remembering, Nell wasn’t the outdoors type but she must have enjoyed getting out – why else would she have preferred landscapes.
I wonder if she felt the urge to swim that I now feel.
I doubt it.