A bright glittering day with a cold hard wind, I drove north to Eswisk and spent most of the day walking and drawing from the cliffs at Eswick. A fantastic place to watch the sea racing and the foam flying.
You can begin to understand the difficulties that sixareen fishermen would have had trying to avoid being driven onto the jagged rocks lining the shore line as they struggled back to shore against the breaking waves. My drawings became more uncontrolled as the day wore on as I struggled to get the movement down. I should have taken paint.
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