Driven along ribbons of grey, slate roofs of houses flashing by. Spring green paints the fields, sunshine yellow in full bloom by the roadside. In the distance, between the layered hills, cerulean sky is reflected in sea. Here by the coast lies the rainbow land. Bolts of brightness in serried ranks, waiting to be caressed by tired winter eyes. Glowing satins and silks, matt cottons and linen. I drink in the feast of colour, and plot and plan, and dream.
Back in Wales for a week or so… this was taken at a wonderful fabric shop called Abakhan, at it’s North Wales branch.