Pre-lockdown Alex of underatopazsky and I would have the occasional day out to an exhibition or a little town new to one or both of us. On Tuesday this week we finally both had a day free to go and see the Karen Turner (k.j.turner on Instagram) and Dean Wison exhibition at Withernsea lighthous, on a beautiful golden September day, blue sky and a perfect temperture.

Neither of us had been to Withernsea before, so the day out ticked both boxes. Alex has followed Karen Turner for some time, and even owns a couple of her pieces of work. But again, she was new to me. We only just caught the exhibition as it’s only open in the week to mid-September, and at weekends to early October. Karen’s quilt is based on Dean’s first 49 “pebble of the day” finds; apparently he’s going to stop at a thousand!

The “fragments” series is also based on Dean’s “finds”. The little sketchbook is a delight in itself. I am always intrigued by other artists’ sketchbooks, it gives an insight into how they see the world and what interests them.

I think these were my favourite pages, my go-to colours both of them. There are simple little drawings, with added colour, and a few words to capture ideas. It gives everything it needs to, delightful.

The pottery shards are displayed alongside or on the piece of textile, all mounted on the same size square (about 6 inches). All my favourites already had red dots.

Dean’s photographs were unbelievable. Some of the patterns and images on the stones just didn’t look possible, faces, hearts, eyes, teeth, some even looked like cave drawings. Dean used his fingers and hand to hold the pebbles to photograph, which works well and gives scale to the pebbles. The photos themselves are bigger than life size; some of the pebbles are very tiny, and some are displayed in a glass cabinet.

No way do my photos do justice to any of the work. Reflections off the glass made them difficult to photograph, but I just wanted to give an idea of the exhibition. It’s well worth a visit, as is the lighthouse itself.

The only problem with the lighthouse was that both of us were scared, Alex of spiral staircases, me of heights, and not too keen on the narrow bits of spiral staircases. The top bit was so steep it was almost like a ladder, and it was definitely easier to come down backwards as if on a ladder. But we are both nosey, and wanted to see the view. There were 144 steps to the top, winding their way around the edge of the lighthouse. I thought I’d got there when the staircase opened out into a room, only to realise that there were the ladder-like steps to the top. The bit at the top scared me rigid, not helped by the windows going down to knee height, which adds to the sensation of it being possible to fall. Fortunately, there was a chair and I felt somewhat happier once I was sitting down.

It was hazy enough for there to be no visible difference between the sky and the sea, but after a few minutes it started to clear a little. The horizon line became just about discernable, and wind turbines slowly appeared, looking quite ethereal. The lady taking the money at the entrance had said it should be clear enough to see the Humber Bridge, but the haze didn’t clear in that direction.

However when we got back to ground level, she did give us both a named certificate for being brave, just to prove we’d been to the top!

I’d come down very slowly hanging on to the handrail, keeping my side pressed to the wall and sliding my heel down each step to keep contact with something solid until just below this window.

We then found a very good fish and chip shop, where we had a small(!) portion of fish and chips and sat on the boulders on the beach while we ate them. Delicious, and I had my first try of chip spice, along with salt and vinegar.

We then had a beach combing session. Alex was very discerning about pieces of sea glass, and several pieces made it home, including a beautiful cornflower blue piece. We both found bits of pottery, and my find of the day was a marble, something Alex has been after for a while. I was also drawn to several pieces of quartz, not something I remember finding before.

I also picked up more grey stones that look as if they’d been drawn on.

Then we went back to the lighthouse garden for a drink, Alex stitched and I did a couple of little doodles of her plaited hank of thread, while we chatted.

When I got home and was watering the pots outside the front gates I found another marble! It was slightly scuffed and chipped, but so different from the one smoothed by the sea and the tides.

My sorbello stitched piece has been influenced by our day out, the white and silver stitches reminiscent of the wind turbines.