Terrible weather here in England, for all the dog-walkers and diurnal folk out there, but great for getting me stuck inside, looking for things to do. At some point I turned to art. I know I haven't been very active lately (or ever come to think of it), and I expect to have little time when Uni starts, but between now and then I plan on giving a good push to improving my style and drawing skills. Perhaps entertain a little photography. The path is long and cumbersome, and no-one ever reaches the end, but one must keep in mind, it is not the destination but the journey, how many flowers you gather, and how many snails you happen to trod on.