There is a small, rocky point just before you reach Pollok Beach - walking westwards - where the waves push through a narrow gap and, if large enough, send a spectacular shower of spray into the air. On the landward side, a lovely paddling pool has formed (with a little help from a man-made concrete wall). Anyway, it was here that, on a couple of occasions about a decade ago, we took our young children to play. And I managed to jot down a few sketches at the same time.
This is the view from that spot west towards Pollok Beach, and beyond that a navigation beacon. There used to be another beacon up Admiralty Way in Summerstrand, used by mainly fishing boats to get their bearings. I wonder if it's still there?
A view of a few folk in the shallows beside a choppy sea.
That rocky outcrop is frequented by anglers.
I enjoy the curve of rock leading the eye to the fishermen.
One of our boys at play in the sand.
This could only be my youngest son, Douglas, who as a youngster was incredibly flexible, so doing the splits while digging in the sand would have been no problem.
I also rather enjoy the windswept nature of this, thanks to the towel around the man's shoulders.
Looking east, ships are seen in Algoa Bay, with what looks like cranes in the harbour behind.
One of the characters on the beach.
A favourite subject, done on another day (and different little offcuts of paper), but also near Pollok. That's with a "c", by the way. No idea who it was named after, but certainly not Port Elizabeth's famous cricketing sons, Graeme and Peter Pollock.
One of my sons at play in the sand.
And another, or the same one.
Dogs and a sole person against a Pollok backdrop.
More folk on that scenic stretch.
Eldest son Luke uses a stick to practise his putting.
A sun worshiper.
This guy looks like he could be blind.
There was a time, in the 1980s, when I would simply walk into the PE harbour and sketch to my heart's content. Now, access is severely restricted, for security reasons. Anyway, there was a spot next to one quay where one could park the car and watch the ships. We did for some reason since forgotten, around 2005, and I did the drawing of a container vessel.
This may have been the principle reason I went there. But what was so interesting about the Beluga something-or-other?