This afternoon, I completed my last workshop. I had them paint a simple beach scene, with palm trees and figures. It went well and, best of all, everyone has contributed a huge pile of paintings ready for tomorrow's big exhibition. I keep telling them; their fellow passengers will be in awe of them when they see what talented folks they are, and that should they be asked if they can buy their work, they should start at £1000 and work downwards.

The session went so well that we went over time, and folks were still painting right up until about 4:30. At 4:15, though, the captain's voice came over the loudspeakers advising us that passengers might want to head on outside and take a look to the portside of the ship....

As people flocked out on deck, and fought for the best position by the railings, you could sense the anticipation in the air, until finally someone called out "There it is!" And there it was... a whale!

Every now and then it would break through the surface and a spout of water would burst into the air before slipping slowly and silently back beneath the waves. For about ten minutes we all watched, some still not seeing it when pointed out by others, but it was difficult as we were looking into the sun... then, on a couple of particularly wonderful occasions, its tail came fully into view as it curved over and into the water, to the delight of the crowd who cheered with delight.

Wonderful!!