I stayed near Crickhowell, a beautiful
                        part of the Brecon Beacons, in a  tiny, cozy two-room
                        cottage, which was fine since I'm only four feet eleven
                        inches high and not very wide but even so, the steep
                        and narrow spiral staircase to the bedroom required some
                        careful contortions. When I wasn't
                        walking and sketching in the countryside or visiting
                        nearby towns, I'd sit indoors and draw. 
 The found-object
                        frame around the mirror is one of the thoughtful touches
                around the cottage.
Even when - especially
                        when - the sky is cloudy, at this time of year the greens
                        are of almost neon brightness while
                        the blackness of the hills is streaked with purples,
                        browns, reds and patches of emerald. I was particularly
                         spellbound by reflections in the river Usk and by the
                        copper-coloured water of the Brecon canal. Narrow
                        boats silently glide by as you walk along the tree-lined
                        banks. Some of the boats are manned by amateur
                        skippers, worriedly looking straight ahead, expecting
                        trouble. 
And there were sheep of course. Plump and peaceful, eating and resting, resting and eating, dutifully taking care of their woolliness.
I spent a few hours in Abergavenny
                        on a day packed with crowds for the Food Festival, which
                        was fun. But what I liked best were the side-streets
                        and the people at the bus queue going home.
Some teddies in this shop are very old, very rare and very expensive.
On my next to last day, I was privileged
                    to be invited to tea at the home of friends of Clive Hicks-Jenkins:
                        William
                        Gibbs and his civil partner Sonthaya. By happy coincidence
                    they live very near the village where I was staying
                    and Clive suggested I look them up. Due to a stupid (my stupidity)
                    dental mishap, I nearly cancelled the appointment but fortunately
                    I was persuaded to ignore vanity and come anyway. It was
                        a memorable afternoon with this most interesting and
                        hospitable couple, a marvellous house and garden, and
                        an art collection that 
                        so  stunned and inspired
                        me that I
    quite forgot to take photos. Besides the achievements mentioned at the above
                        link, William is a patron of the arts, collector, critic,
                        lecturer and chairman of various Arts Trusts. With
                        all this activity he still manages to appear
                        relaxed and at ease. Enthusiasm for life and art and
                        a discerning sensibility is evident in every corner of
                        the home that William and Sonthaya share and I'm so
                        grateful that I didn't miss this opportunity to meet
                        them. 
 Still seeing the week in Wales
                        in my mind's eye and long may it linger. I took a lot
                        more photos and might post them on Flickr later on.
                        A few more drawings also to come. 
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