I won't know anymore about the house until Wednesday at the earliest. Please keep me in your good thoughts that my fears are just my imagination.

I haven't yet written about my weekend in Wales painting and drawing. I made fairly good time to Lluest Fach and was very glad that at around 9pm it was slight light so that i had no problems getting out of my car and opening the farm gates and avoiding the wondering cows.

It was an old smallholding and barn which has been converted into a house, with enough room to sleep twenty people, and a little holiday cottage. There were only about 10 of us, so i got a lower bunk in my bedroom. The building had a lovely rambling cottagey feel to it, and had a wonderful snug lounge. I had a little wine and many slices of a gluten-free flapjack.

I rolled into bed and fell asleep.

And then the weekend began in earnest.