Birthdays often make me sad. And this one was no exception. It isn’t the age thing, I couldn’t care less about that, it is more the reflecting back that seems to go on inside my head. What have I achieved and what worth am I and so on. So he and I had a ‘seminar’ first over coffee in Costa and then over tea at the Harbourmaster in Aberaeron. He helps me. He restores my faith. He makes me feel worthwhile.
The battles with my drawing continue. I must just keep on keeping on.
