The pipe was working so nicely this morning, in spite of an off-shore fresh North Westerly wind. I had one really nice ride. But then the wind picked up and the waves flattened out. So I sat on the beach and did this:
I sat nearer the water to get out of the flying sand and intended to paint the people as they walked past. However there were not so many strollers today so I concentrated on the mountains. I feel like I am getting the hang of the colours up there. Eventually the wind picked up so much that I was getting sand blasted. The sand was creating paint-effects on my page (o: -. So when Calvin came up from his lesson I was ready to vamoos.