Basford sits in a pub in nearby Ellon, her hands wrapped around a cup of English breakfast tea, comparing the colors of nature with those found in a 120-pack of Crayola crayons. On this biting afternoon, the sea changes shades with each shift of cloud and rain and wind. Throughout the winter the shoreline is invariably a few degrees warmer than inland.
During the summer months, strong gusts combined with the powdery sand can ruin a perfectly good sandwich. A wildlife Eden, this stretch of heathland serves as a motorway for birds that wheel in from the Arctic-red-throated divers, pink-footed geese and long-tailed ducks with cream and chocolate plumage. Not far from Johanna Basford’s home on the northeast coast of Scotland lies a parabola of golden-ocher sand where the proportion of sky to land is unlike anything you’ll likely see outside of a Bertolucci film.
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