Summer Days

The days are long and warm,  friends pop in and out and I have forgotten about leaky roofs and rotten windows.   Samphire fattens in the marshes and the sea lavender is flowering.   Dinghies chuckle through the water, children skip past with crabbing lines and daytrippers queue outside the Company Shed.   Coast Road is heaving;  it's almost impossible to get to the lifeboat station by car.   The seal is back,  bobbing around the hammerhead hoping for raw bacon from the crabbers.   

The garden drips with early apples;  drunken wasps gorging themselves on windfalls.   The pear tree is burgeoning and the cherries (still sour) have all but been stripped by the blackbirds.   It's Mersea Week next week, an annual gathering of boats and boaty folk will grace our estuary.   With all this going on one has to be quite strong-willed to sit inside and think about work.   Phoebe has put together a basic outline of the postcard section of my soon-to-be-webshop,  but I still need to finalise the details.   

I took some prints to the Art Cafe today,  one of which was my Fishpie illustration.  

On a technical note,  all my prints now have acid-free mounts which means the pith inside the mounting board should stay a pristine white and won't turn a nasty yellowy-brown with age.