wind and waves

very high tide plus very strong winds equalled very big waves, lots of photographers out with their cameras who's this fellow? and what does he want?
A few minutes before this photo I was sketching in the sunshine! then white- out!! really dramatic weather, then off for a walk in the countryside sunshine and snow, very nice.


PRESENTING:

WARM CUSTARD FOR THE SOUL

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Learn how custard enabled the ancient tribes of Mexico to defeat their ancient and implacably hostile enemies;
Learn the secret of the first meal eaten by the first man on the moon-yes it was indeed warm custard, will it provide the key to time and space travel, will it cure the common cold and many other ailments which have plagued mankind like a plague?
discover the secret of a warmer mellower lifestyle today ; read
Warm Custard For the Soul you won't regret it. Available from all good sellers of all kinds of stuff.

sheep and shadow. lemons and scarf in oils.

beach reflections

there are some nice reflections at the north end of Tynemouth beach. did a little skeching but it was cold and the spire is a bit difficult with all its facets and od bits a challenge without a doubt.

chronicles of a boy called custard

here's a painting I'm working on, from a sketch doen last time I went to Allendale. The 2nd pic has the 2nd tree digitally removed, not sure whether to take it out of the painting. we'll see.

from the awethor of The Last Sandwich comes an unbelievable adventure of the boy names after a desert in North Shields:

WHAT'S FOR AFTERS? ; return of a boy called Custard.

Crash landing on a distant planet after mistaking an alien space ship for a modern toilet and trying but failing to wash his hands (tyif that wasn't a urinal what was it?) in the hyperdrive, Custard finds himself lost beneath the vast city if Gilli, threatened by a race or very annoying talking worms, Custard is rescued by a Space Cucumber, the beautiful but indecisive Taet Lett, drawn into an ancient but largely benign conflict between a race of intelligent Moles and the vicious but polite priesthood of UGg, Custard must now decide between the love for the increasingly irritating princess and his new found love fro the strangely appealing if largely disgusting cuisine of her avowed enemies the Bla Mons. Will Custard ever find his way home or even to a toilet he understand and which understand him, or will he spend the remainder of his lonely days asking anyone who will listen: What's For Afters?

a slighty enhanced photo of the cranes at Wallsend. this is an old painting a bit Edward Hopper like, but of a now gone shop in Whitley Bay. Ithe camera has distorted the lines a bit.

Now then can anyone local guess what is reflected here?