Meg Pickard:
Wish I was here
Meg Pickard:
Look at the colour of that sea, that sand.
Meg Pickard:
Greece. Not really: it's Scotland.
Meg Pickard:
North End
Meg Pickard:
On the ferry
Meg Pickard:
Beach cricket
Meg Pickard:
Do all these sunsets get boring after a while?
Meg Pickard:
Another summer sunset
Meg Pickard:
Bracken
Meg Pickard:
Reflection, with Paps of Jura
Meg Pickard:
Watching the sunset
Meg Pickard:
Forest
Meg Pickard:
Sea pinks
Meg Pickard:
Harbour
Meg Pickard:
By the three lochs
Meg Pickard:
Low tide
Meg Pickard:
Sea Pinks
Meg Pickard:
Creels, waiting to be put out
Meg Pickard:
Floats
Meg Pickard:
Prow
Meg Pickard:
Morning
Meg Pickard:
The last day of the year
Meg Pickard:
Breaking waves
Meg Pickard:
Flowing to the sea
Meg Pickard:
Whale's Teeth
Meg Pickard:
Sand patterns
Meg Pickard:
Rock
Meg Pickard:
Ebb
Meg Pickard:
Watercolour
Meg Pickard:
Serving up
