I took a long trek up into the mountains today to deliver art to The Workers Gallery in Ynyshir (see yesterday’s blog entry for more on this). Somehow this regular trip always turns into an adventure. This isn’t a commute city types will recognise and the choice of roads is limited but that hardly matters.
This part of the world is really special. It is regularly frequented by film crews of various kinds and it’s not uncommon to see a period drama reenacted over on a distant hill or a car show putting the latest Porsche through its paces on the hair-pin bends over the mountain pass. The weather can change in an instant and there is always something happening up over here. Little sleepy towns below bask in the early Spring sunshine and these locals were happy to stop for a chat and a tickle behind the ear.
It’s not a bad job being an artist. It doesn’t pay well in terms of cash but it pays in terms of experience. If life is for living then today I have lived.