Oil on canvas, stretched and ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

Have you ever spent some time on a old headland and became enchanted? On this warm day at Woody Head, the whales had jumped for ages close to the shores , sea eagles soared over head, the rocks crinkled and crackled in the heat, showing eons of life embedded in it now turned to stone. The rock pools sparkled and were filled with multi-coloured seaweeds, anenome, crabs and fast darting fish. The crows pierced the ambience with their solemn call and I was simply transported into a timeless reverie.