I spent last week in a wonderful fishing village called Crovie, (pronounced Crivie). To call it a village is an exaggeration, it’s a single row of cottages built below the cliffs on the rocky shore. These cottages were built after the highland clearances as the land belonged to no one. A fierce storm in 1953 washed away some of the cottages and most of the residents moved out. This, and the location means that Crovie has not been developed and is one of the best preserved fishing villages in Europe.
The place was such and inspiration, and left me wanting to get out the watercolours again. I love the cottages but I also love the light on the sea and those moody skies.