During the past five months I have been writing, drawing, partnering, networking and dreaming that the sea is sinking. Out of the depths of one’s being springs an idea and it starts to set sail. Where will it land?
Will it be Merlynston?
“Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating–
Where will all come home?”
R.L.Stevenson
