I love being by the sea, whether it is sunny or overcast. In happy times and times of great sadness. Looking down from the craggy cliffs in rugged Cornwall, or sitting on the pebbles at Southwick beach behind the industrial Shoreham port buildings in Sussex. I find great solace in the sight and sound of the curling waves endlessley surging across the stones.

I start to sketch and I can remember my dad saying to me, ‘How can you paint the sea? It is never still’!

Polstreath Beach, near the steep steps up to the coast path.

Southwick Beach, behind the Port buildings.