———————————————————————-Sorry Ted, there's obviously no way in which I could do justice to your art. But that's why you're the artist and I'm only an assistant deputy office monkey underling (3rd Class). This is the view from the hills where I live quite near to llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch which, you might not realise, is one of the shortest place names in Wales. Look, you can almost see my house from here. I live and work in this small disused chapel which is home to an artists’ collective - if you look very carefully you can just about make out three of my friends waving from the balcony. Luckily Jones the Farmer, loves the old chapel and everyone in it, so I am allowed to shoot his Fresians. Poor Daisy, she has a couple of giant pink slugs crawling over her head. If you want to get up close to a young calf it pays to approach very slowly. Another handy tip is to get a large pink washing up glove, fill it with milk and tie it to your waist. Mmmm. Mooo! (pencil on paper) Mooo to you tooo! (pencil on paper) The other day whilst out sketching cows, I caught a fleeting glimpse of this beautiful Magpie Moth Abraxas (Abraxas) grossulariata. Wild horses won’t keep me away from the fields at the top of Jones’ farm. Neigh Neigh! (watercolour on paper). I’ve got to got now, as you know time flies and I have to do the hanging for a prestigious exhibition tomorrow - oh and choir practice too.