Today was an absolutely foul day. So the sea looked brilliant. This from Innellan, looking north. Lately I’m thinking about straight lines, man-made form compared to natural form, and how the horizon is one of the few straight lines in nature. I think I preferred the picture with Lily’s wild scribbles in, but she slept peacefully while I drew today. So I worked on getting the purples right – always a bit tricky, while slowly coming to the realisation that the smell of cat pee that had been lingering was coming from my coat.