Painting on the cliff tops

The track led through the village. There was a stile and a footpath.  I followed it carefully over rocks and around the corner.  Where I came face to face with huge long horned cows and their guardian bull.  They stared at me.  I stared at them.  And began to paint…

Behind me, I barely noticed the ocean crashing against rocks but when I turned around the power and the drama were intense.  So in one spot looking in two directions I painted contrasting images.  Such moments aren’t common.  They are consequently joyous.