Monday, 14 March 2016


Sometimes you find a place that touches your soul.  This is an old fishing village where the original houses still stand.  There is one dear old lady who is the last surviving member of the community before these cottages were renovated and declared a national monument.  Folk still live in them and continue their hazardous life on the unpredictable ocean catching fish for a livelihood.  It't a tough job and many have lost their lives .  As a child, I remember so well these cottages dotted on an outcrop of land, unspoiled and reflecting the strength and dedication of the simple fisherfolk who lived there. .  The wind filled with the scent of the ocean whipped at my hair as I sketched this scene. It was a joy to be there.

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