There is an island just to the southeast of Gargantua Harbour. From my vantage on the sandy beach it looked like the island was simply an extension of the peninsula that protected the harbour. I liked the trees and the streets of stratocumulus embedded in the chilly northerly flow. There was once a lighthouse on that island. The light keeper had to row from his home in Gargantua every day to tend the light. I only had the automated beacon to paint.
It is challenging to sign your name to these very rough panels. Sometimes the scratched signature is almost impossible to see so I dot the "i" of Chadwick with a jab of red oil. Only the red dot shows up on this very rough panel. The entire story is on the back of the panel anyway.
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