At the crossroads.

 

Above: This crossroad does actually exist. It’s at the top of a hill, in a region I like to refer to as my homeland. If the weather’s good, it’s one of the places I might go to, sit a while on that bench, and think back on past days. Both figures in the drawing are me.

The site is very close to the place I first had a painting displayed on a wall. If there was ever a place I made a lifelong deal with art, then it was there as a boy. It was never a secondary school or college I ever went to.

Another year over, and a new one just begun.

On a personal level, I’m glad 2025 is finally over. On a national level, I fear much worse is to come. But, as John Lennon once wrote, “There’s a place I can go, and it’s my mind”. I went there over the Christmas season. Got quite a lot of writing done.

 This morning I wake to a light sprinkling of snow. Soon schools will all close, trains will stop running (wrong type of snow for them), hosepipes will be banned, supermarket shelves will be empty, there will be no toilet rolls in the shops, and doctors will ask for another 25%.

All text & pictures copyright ian gordon craig.