A perfect evening, the beach was quiet, just the sounds of the birds flying in for the evening low tide, looking for their catch.
The ocean was rolling gently now where earlier the breakers were high and white. As the sun began to set the waves turned an inky purple and the quieter water reflected a silvery lilac in the last rays. The birds were dark silhouettes against the orange sky and their loud squawking was softened by the breaking of the waves on the shore.
The painting needs some more work, more dark details in the water and if I dare risk it, a light pink wash over everything, (should have been done first of course).
Sally Wakelin - Studies in Creativity 
This is beautiful, Sally. A lovely union between image and words. So good I read it twice.
Thanks James, the colours aren’t quite right yet, it’s ‘heart in the mouth’ stuff as one bad stroke with a wet brush and it’s all ruined!
My father-in-law was a very good water colourist and I remember him having similar worries!