How lucky am I to be still amazed at colour after living with it for so long. Painting by the Lake yesterday -a Lake I see every day, still resulted in a mix of wonderful shape and colour. It was windy and a couple of the Picknick Painters had taken refuge in a sheltered sunny spot alongside the pale blue pelican-adorned toilet block. I had completed a gouache, fibre pen sketch of the island in the distance and had colours mixed on the palette -when I looked over at the others. I combined the landscapish subtleties with purple, reds, turquoises of the boldly dressed sun hogs. As much as I love a pristine unspoilt landscape and quiet gentleness of the bush, there is such excitement for me in the interruption we provoke by providing splashes of the unexpected.