And the making of memories.
Forgiving me for returning to the beach and family holidays. But a couple of posts I’ve read this week have catapulted me back to Devon. First there was Nancy’s post reflecting on just how many summers her family had enjoyed their favourite beach just like the Uphilldowndale family’s love of a certain Devon beach,
then there was Sarah’s post that made me smile and recall our coastal meeting with a grasshopper. So I nipped back to the post I’d written at the time, back in 2009, about our encounter with the artist David Measures, about his glorious art and his generosity with both his time and knowledge: sadly, when I followed the links, I discovered that David died last year. Looking at the website of Southwell Artists I saw that Christine Measures, David’s wife, is also an artist.
When I met David he told me he was working on a book that would capture, not just the markings of a butterfly, for identification but how it moved, its mannerisms, what a bird watcher might call it’s jizz. The slide show of Christine’s art captures both David and Devon summer holidays perfectly. Beautiful.