When I was a wee toe rag, my family were never the adventurous types.
However, one day my dad decided to take the whole family up to a tiny village called Crovie, on the Moray coast north of Aberdeen.
There were 7 of us crammed into a wee Bedford minibus for the long trip north - nana, papa, auntie, cousin David, mum and dad and me.
The cottage was so small but we all made the most of it. It was built just after the Jacobite uprising when the people were driven off the land and the buildings so close are to the sea, probably around 6 feet from the cottage to the sea wall.
It was 50 years before I made the trip back to that wee place, and I was amazed to see how nothing had changed. This time though, I was looking at the place through an artist's eyes and everywhere I looked I saw scene after scene to paint, and paint I did.
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