Summer came and went.

A trip to West Wales to deliver paintings to the gallery in St Davids should have been a pretty drive but heavy mist and light rain meant that I couldn't see anything much of the landscape. Instead I used the time to  ponder on the general unease I feel when heading west out of Cardiff. It seems an alien world and when the M4 runs out soon after Swansea the strangeness intensifies. Point me instead eastwards where the signs read Newport, Cwmbran, Usk, Abergavenny and further on London and I'm really at home.