When I was young, my Gran owned a beach-side cafe in Pembrokeshire. Every summer she ~ and her five daughters ~ served long shifts and slept in the attic room above. As little girls, my cousin, Lynda and I were brought along to this family gathering of women.
We played on the beach ~ paddling and building sand~castles, until the tide began to swirl in. Then we’d run up to the grass~covered roof of a disused kiln, standing beside the cafe. Hiding behind the turreted coping, we’d pop up, giggling at people below.
Like everyone, Lynda and I slept on mattresses, laid out on the attic floor. I remember drifting off to sleep, snuggled up in a patchwork quilt ~ listening to the five sisters naming (and arguing over!) the dress material, from which each patch had been cut.
Time moved on, I grew up and rarely visited my grandmother ~ who continued opening the cafe, every summer, well into her eighties. She came to see us, though, when the season had ended, at Christmas or Easter-time.
A while ago, The Artist and I traveled through Wales, stopping off wherever we fancied. We spent couple of nights in a campsite, near my grandmother’s old cafe. Although it was boarded up and empty, I felt at peace there.
Later that evening, after exploring the locality and partaking of a couple of beverages, Martin cooked us supper on a burner, as we sat on the sea~wall, overlooking the moonlit beach.
Ah! Happy memories:
VOS #13 FROM THE SEA WALL.
Here we have two paintings, with similar focus, both worked in the Rub Back Technique, which uses alkyds and solvents.