A short walk along Whitstable’s blustery sea front and you arrive at Tankerton Slopes, a long steep rise of scrubby grass, hog’s fennel and brambles. In the depths of winter, kids sledge down the slopes, speeding down towards the colourful beach huts and the shingle beach. Now, the long unkempt grasses are dry and bleached, and the slopes undulate with texture and light, and with the skeletons of wild plants – in short, a treat for the eye and another impressionist magnet for my camera. More to come.
Red's Kingdom 
Love these, Phil. Looks like the winter coat of some shaggy beast¬
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Cheers – and maybe a perfect colour-picker for some winter crochet designs? We’ll call it the Shaggy Beast collection! 😀
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