I wanted this to be a real sketchbook, so I went to a beach I knew well down on the south coast and looked at the breakwaters, the people walking, the driftwood, seaweed, rope and other objects thrown up by the tide. This made me think of the layers of memories mapped over others, so I gave it another dimension and time with fragments of a poem "Skimmers" by my father, Ted Walker.
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