Another image from the Paignton trip, this time time to Noss Mayo, a funny sounding place near to Saltcombe. Easily passed, small and at the end of a very narrow lane. Finding a crate to sit on out came my pen and paper. Getting towards the evening Liz and myself were getting tired, this was going to be a quick one.

It didn't take ;long for an individual to come along and chat. He was staying in the building to the right of the drawing and was also on holday. Nice chap and we chatted about all sorts of things, with him telling me how lucky I was to be out there painting. My reply was along the lines that you are here for a week, but I am only here for an hour; he laughed and told me with a groan that yes maybe he was here for a week but, he had six grandchildren in tow!

Meeting people is always good fun; I think that is one of the reasons why I love painting out of doors.

 Good morning and its nice to be back, there has been a short while since my last blog because I have been away with Liz and also simply as a result of pressuer of work. Thankfully I can now catch up and am taking a couple of weeks to breath a little slower and get my puff back.

We traveled to Paignton and spent a few days chilling; the weather was perfect for water colours, so out they came. The above picture is of Paignton harbour; I was seated on a ramp down into the basin, it formed a perfect seat and being in the basin, with the mud and seaweed surrounding me, I wasn't bothered by lots of pleasant, if wellmeaning on occasion boring viewers looking over my shoulder. Normaly I enjoy the interaction with passers by, but on the odd occasion they can be a little challenging, so with good manners and patience that type normaly don't stay to long.

While we stayed at Paignton there was an airshow over the bay, our room gave us a superb panoramic viewpoint to watch the show. The two best things which we saw (from my point of view) were the Pits special stunt byplane and the fly past of a Second World War Fairey Swordfish naval bomber; it was living history before us. Unfortunatly the traffic was awful, roads were shut and our car was a prisoner in the hotel carpark for two days, which meant that we were virual prisoners as well.

We loved Dartmouth, the railway and Brixton, so all in all we had a super time.