A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.     WB Yeats  It’s possibly becoming quite apparent (especially for anyone that follows me on Twitter) that I have something of a Yeats obsession….

North Coast Sunsets

‘Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths…’ Sometimes they do appear embroidered, sometimes painterly, at times pretty and pastel like ice-cream and candyfloss, others vibrant, fierce and molten as if the sky is burning up. Always awesome and often stand-still-and-stare hypnotic. For me, they are one of my favourite things about living on the coast again…