Remember I claim to be the last in that line of indigenous artists - the tradition stops here (actually my daughter has it). Also I've just been turned down by the Ombudsman as having my work classified as 'art' - she says she's not competent to judge what is and what isn't art. It's called Rock Art but that's just a name. I reckon the decision denies me my human right to be identified as the originator of my work. Google agrees with me, but doesn't provide grants, and I'm thinking about writing to the hair to throne - moaning on about it. Maybe he could take up my moans !

And imagine what working outside in this weather is like - this is how it'll be (up the fell) in seven or eight weeks time. No bad petrol smells though - I've heard some swallows overwintered here this winter - for the first time.