A Bolt of the Blues





Yesterday was a day that I was glad I was a painter. The weather was perfect, the location beautiful. Rockpools and smiles glistened.  The blue of the sea pool was blindingly bright. Morning tea was ripe red juicy strawberries and lunch fish and chips surrounded by anxious seagulls. The four of us spread out  – Kaye arranging lurid pink barbies like swimsuit models, Sue melting and melding her oily canvases, Andrea delicately observing the first swimmers of the season. I was mesmerised by a semi-submerged drainage pipe, brilliant blue and rusting in a pool surrounded by velvety black periwinkles.  Kaye braved an icy swim. It was a holiday in a day.


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