The iconic Jurassic Coast where Old Harry juts out in to the English Channel, weathered by thousands of years of pounding waves and fierce storms, these rocks withstand it all, their slow erosion by the sea carves great scars, yet they stand tall and proud watching over those who are curious enough to seek them out.
I adore painting these rocks, they harbour echoes of home, and at the same time they whisper words of adventure. We must all go on our own adventures, but remember the place we call home.
