Beach Huts

Pushing her easel stand into the warm sand, Laura looked up again to make sure she had positioned it correctly. A painting of the colourful beach huts lined up in front of her would make a really lovely gift for Mother's Day. Her Mum loved the brightly painted huts, making her reminisce her childhood holidays. The bold colours stood out in the bright sunshine and with the deep blue sky as a background, it was a painters dream. 

With her small fold out seat set before the easel and canvas, Laura opened up her large parasol to give her shade from the mid morning sun. Taking up a pencil she began a light sketch of the shapes before her, perspective and composition were so important to bring a painting to life. Absorbed in her task she was unaware of the passing on-lookers gazing at the emerging painting, a few commented, others just looked at each other with gentle smiles and continued on their way. Even the shrieks of playing children do not interrupt her concentration, the morning becomes late afternoon, the changing light heralding an end to Laura's efforts. 

Once everything is packed away, Lauren makes her way toward the small café at the top of the beach path; it is her favorite spot for supper, watching the sun set below the ocean's horizon.

"Good evening, Laura". Carlo greets her with a glass of burgundy wine and escorts her to her usual table set beside the corner window.

 "Good evening Carlo, it is a beautiful evening. What's the special today?"

 "We have angel hair pasta with shrimp and basil, I think you will enjoy".

 "My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Thank you Carlo".

 The sun set, her meal finished Laura walks to her car and carefully places her Mother's painting on the back seat, the image will surely delight her.