I first painted pebbles in the 1970s. After a gap of about twenty years I did some more and, for a brief spell, sold them as part of a craft business that my wife and I set up. Then the supply of pebbles ran out because we don't have any shingle beaches locally.
These three are all that remain of all the ones that I did. They survived because I gave them to Mum and then inherited them again when she died. They depict a Puffin; her favourite butterfly - a Camberwell Beauty (not that she ever saw one); and her favourite duck - the Ruddy Duck with its bright blue beak - one of which lived on one of the Cheshire ponds that she and Dad used to sit by in their car.
These are not the only survivors in the family. I, too, have at least one: a butterfly.
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