well, the brief flirtation with fame is over, last 2 postings :no comments! I thought I'd peaked at 4 comments one time then made the humbling discovery that 2 of those were my responses to 2 comments.

but on to the business of blogging, and the discovery of the day is that it is very difficult to get a fly out of your eye using your knuckles.

And the day began so well, the sun was shining, a nice bike ride along the coast, then the short series of unfortunate events began with a tangled bicycle chain and thence very oily black hands, but after a little wrestling with dirty metal, off again to Cullercoats where I wanted to see if anything was visible south of Marsden (not todAY)

then a close encounter with a kamikaze fly (they always target eyes or mouth!) hence the dilemma, how to get a fly out the eye with knuckles for if I used my fingers I would surely end up looking like Alice Cooper.

Later a second fly flew in my mouth: ah, the joys of a summer morning.

the painting is an attempt at pointillism in acrylic. A view from the Quarry in Whitley Bay