Here it is so peaceful and you can howl at the moon, or float around the forest. Walking alongside the River Ystwyth at the Grogwynion with Dandy doggins, the pain slipped away.
I found the time to make some art and work on one of my books. I did some ink drawings; random doodling really, and played around with carageehan and marbling inks on paper.
I found this old and tiny book in a second-hand shop in Rhayader recently. Written by Sir Joshua Reynolds, it's all very pompous and authoritarian on the subject of how art should be, and he'd probably turn in his grave if he knew to which end I'd appropriated his words.
There is an ad on the back cover entitled CORPULENCE. Advising all persons suffering from this burdensome and dangerous state of the body to write at once for a treatise on the subject, by Mr. C.B.Harness. Apparently it contained advice on how to cure obesity in a rational and effective manner that did not involve resorting to drastic medicines, poisonous preparations or starvation. Toby and I googled Mr. Harness treatise and found that he was a quack (surprise surprise) who's success was the result of bombarding the publishers with an effective advertising campaign; one of the first of it's kind.
One applied to the Medical Battery Co. for the treatise, and I'm guessing it advocated the use of one of those strange devices that links you to an elecrical current that 'exercises' your muscles without you having to move from the sofa. I believe they are still to be found in the back of some dubious publications for those who wish to tone their bodies by making no effort at all.