Tenby Harbour Hill
I remember as a child running up the hill (once) and almost dying! Along with other memories of long days at the Castle beach with my siblings, mum and friends, then to walk back up that sodding hill with sun-burnt shoulders and only a wet cozzy and a towel around us stupidly braving the soon to be chaffed, red raw inner thighs! ( a killer! a regular occurrence! why didn’t we learn!!) So these thoughts were apparent as I painted this!
Acrylic on Canvas (A4 size)