Journeying to Brecon, the Welsh National anthem, Men of Harlech a conversation about Britons, men of Cambria being unafraid, of the Saxons.
Interesting that word Briton, no small chance that thought is tempered by the thought of the current plight of refugees.
Then to Welsh cakes and daffodils, Dragons and Tom Jones.
Singing and colouring, laughing, chatting
allowing each other permission to try out new things
Getting covered in paint,
drawing without looking,
an energy directing itself
do we really need to have a diagnosis of dementia in order to explore the world?
Pip Woolf 