One stolen hour, a path through the dunes, and a sea that wouldn’t sit still. We’d pitched up for a family camping trip and spent the day on Brancaster Beach, the air alive with laughter and the tide sliding out. I slipped away with my painting kit — no plan, just the urge to chase the restless light as it flashed silver across the sea. That fleeting study in the dunes later grew into a finished canvas, a piece that still holds the memory of that hour