festival no. 6

by jamesendeacott

i used to go to portmeirion on holiday with my kids when they were tiny – i remember them enjoying the welsh ice cream and the funny shaped houses.
fast forward a few years and someone has decided i can talk about art and culture – in front of people. I’ll probably talk about myself to be honest…maybe i’ll see you there…

my name is on the poster somewhere….in really tiny writing….honest…