I will upset your tummy, Sing the sad waters of Rhymney We’re awash with your poo Cries the brown tide of Ebbw And whose fault is it really?...

I drew this map two years ago, and was pretty happy with it, but following feedback, and particularly after my voyage down from the Montgome...

Happy St Stephen's Day! Just as a change from Christmas, Yule, or indeed Solstice ('bright blessings' etc), here's a song fo...

Jo Batchelor at Devizes Books called. "The tea towels have arrived!" So I got over there, and she was quite right. I'd ordered...

Returning to the endlessly interesting matter of depicting three hares with three ears between 'em, this is a picture I've been thin...

I've been planning to do this picture for ages! In the foreground are Ruth Pierce, whose alarming end is commemorated on the Market Cr...

There’s someone I got to know through the poetry world, first online then in real life. We’d shared a couple of adventures, and were friends...