Vanessa s Island Ch 02
It was no good. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was back on the other side of the island where I lived in a small cottage over-looking the beach. I had my easel set up on a slight rise that gave me a perfect view of the sea and the beach and the rich green vegetation that covered the island from the edge of the beach to its central rocky outcrop which rose to about 20 metres above sea-level behind me. I was trying to paint, but it was no use. The large rocks that gave the beach its...