A quick sketch while trying to cook tea with a two-year-old. Otis slipped outside and I could see him perched on a rock for half an hour, watching divers swimming around in the reserve. It was chilly, the rocks were hard and sharp, and he was in heaven.
Our housebus is parked on the edge of a wonderful marine reserve at the moment, on Wellington’s south coast. The rock pools look like aquariums filled with all the most amazing specimens, and the beach is strewn with paua shells, cat’s eyes, kina shells and more. I’ve I’ve been drawn to the wonderful sea-weedy things … Continue reading Day 44: Sea Lace