Weekend
The picture shows our darling granddaughter Phoebe on Filey beach on Sunday afternoon. The tide was high so none of the little Yorkshire resort's wide expanse of sand is visible. I love this picture even though we cannot see her cheeky little face. She seems to be entranced by the incoming wavelets. Our Frances took the photograph and I like the fact that she has put Phoebe in an off-centred position. Typically, she must have insisted on wearing her wellington boots on Sunday. Somehow this image reminds me of a painting I once saw in The National Gallery of Scotland - of a little girl crouched on a pebbly beach admiring a stone in her hand but around her were thousands more pebbles waiting to be picked up and examined. It's funny how that picture has remained in my head for forty five years. Frances was staying in a little inland town called Norton-on-Derwent with her two girls and a friend called Helena who also has two small children. Co-incidentally, Norton-on-Derwe...