COOL WEEK

Literally. This sunny clear skied Friday morning there is ice on Rinker’s (my neighbour) stern step.

However, my temporary mains powered heating system seems quite satisfactory and my cabin remains snug and warm throughout the night. Must get on with the diesel air heater.

Scoters?

There are two little balls of dark fluff, about 20cm long, swimming about the boat and diving, presumably for food. They spend as much time under the water as on it. They insist on keeping up sun, so I find it impossible to see them clearly. If I get close, they dive and hide under the marina walkways. I think they are young Common Scoter.

  

East Anglian skies

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On Wednesday the tide and sun were just right, so I took Lady Cate down some 4-5miles to the anchorage and back. All the trots at Woodbridge and Waldringfield were empty which made the wide East Anglian skies seem even wider, kindling a profound sense of floating, small and insignificant, on the surface of the earth with all of space above; nothing between me and infinity.

It is so difficult to capture the sense that these open skies prompt in us, whether by photograph or painting. Here is a copy of a very successful painting by Elizabeth FitzGerald Carter who undertakes commissions of this kind.