A good good day yesterday. I was nervous. Tea at Rhug helped. But he was a delight, so receptive, so open and so generous. My head is full. I need to come down from it all. It is possible. It is all possible. A night bursting with dreams. I woke to the colour violet. My head was complete with it.

We saw the first snowdrops, banks of them between trees, not fully open but beginning. It is beginning.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.