The Tannery

This is one of my earliest, and probably favourite diary drawings.

It is at the Tannery, synonymous for me with adventures when I was little.

Afternoon Jaunt

I went flying along the Welsh coast this afternoon and I properly flew the plane - throttle and all.

It was frickin' terrifying!

Welsh Winters

Winter in Wales last year.

As breathtakingly stunning as it may be, I'm delighted it's not quite so cold.