3 Legged Sea Tower

3 Legged Sea Tower

By the afternoon the wind had dropped to the merest whisper and a cloying sea fret slid over us so we strained to see our own bows. By degree the light started to fail as an unusually early nightfall gathered. Without warning a single gust tugged at our mist damp cloaks and the the white curtain was was drawn to reveal our destination towering above…

Another architectural fantasy from my sketchbook.