Rock and the Camel estuary evoke strong memories of happy beach activities with my children, when they were small and still happy to hold my hand, or sit on my lap for a cuddle after a long day building sand castles and pootling around rock pools. They may be closer to 6 foot in height now but I can still picture them, squatting hunched and engrossed, looking like budding naturalists.
Neither has become a naturalist and both are now far more interested in the far-flung beaches of South East Asia, but looking back at those distant family holidays at Trebetherick and Rock, I distinctly remember feeling recharged by the sheer beauty of the place. The walks may have been a lot shorter then, in line with the capabilities of little legs, but you don’t need to go far to see stunning vistas around the
Camel estuary. Scenes as old as time, that constantly change with the light, the weather and the season.
Now, that seemingly never-ending treadmill of family life, school-runs, shopping, catering, vet appointments, dental appointments, more shopping, more catering, is fading to a distant memory. I never had the time to indulge in so much as a sketch then. But I can now. . .