I am consumed by colour and light at present. This little island is a veritable jewel, with facets of emerald, turquoise, amethyst, silver and opal.
The scenery around me shifts at every turn, with every passing minute. At first glance, the sea is a gunmetal grey, then I look back moments later and it is sea green with ultramarine shadows.
No camera can capture this fleeting kaleidoscope of colour to my satisfaction. Nor have I attempted to paint it. Standing and gazing across the salt marshes, I do have though a sense of the despairing endeavours of artists in times past trying to pin down for eternity their encounters with coastal light.
It’s enough to turn any painter back towards modernism.