UTSIDE are endless variations of those seascapes interpreted by modish Galloway artists as bold horizontal lines in oranges and blues. Emerging into bright sunlight, I am hit by the drone of bees on escallonia and glimpse a thrush darting into the valerian, leaving a glistening snail shell half opened. Walking across the bay, a mallard duck comes low overhead and pitches into the shallows, then, as I enter the water, skims across the lapping tide to sit further out,
