We were all looking at it. A motley collection of flotsam and jetsam. Broken chairs, umbrellas, pieces of canvas, newspapers and pieces of stick. Were they modelled into a shelter? Was this a comment on the wastage of society, a very blot on the landscape, positioned as they were on the cliff edge? The magnificent coastline stretched out around the installation. A couple were vainly searching through their guide for some information on the sculptor, shaking their heads, no black number sign on this one.
Those of you who read your papers carefully might have realised that this was not a post-post-modern sculpture. This is the abode of a well known homeless man, Peter James Millhouse,who unfortunately has been accused of raping a young woman who was visiting the Sculptures by the Sea festival. So gawpers beware and stick to the path!
Walking against the flowing tide of visitors was not an option. The endless multi-coloured snake made its way around the headland, stopping to look and take the same photos as everyone else.
Tired of giant pegs and watches we hoped for the one piece which would stop us in our tracks and cause a break in the flow of people. Many we liked, a few more than others but the winner left me as cold as the granite of which it was made.
So I didn't even take a photo of the winner. A little old lady who spent a lot of time in her garden smoothing facets on the granite. I wonder what she will spend her $60,000 winnings on?
Passing a steel horse I caught this enlightening conversation between two half dressed teenagers.
'I can't believe we know the artist!'
'We've been to his workshed - we saw it in its making,' said several times at an ever-increasing volume to anyone who would listen.
'Have we done looking at the horse now, done by the artist we know?'
We didn't know any of the artists but would like to share a few more of the notable sculptures. I am sorry if we have missed your favourites. Follow the leader and fall off the plinth! 
