Magic Of The Fens

   This morning I found myself in a magical world that only the fens in winter can produce, around each bend in the road was another stunning picture of the fens at their very best, frozen, mysterious and totally raw.

   People have labelled me mad for going out in such cold conditions, but I answer with a smile and continue churning out the miles, for only I know how fitter I now feel, only I remember how much of an effort it was to do just simple chores and if cycling every day in all weathers helps my life improve then cycle I will.

   I was going to my torch today but instead I have spent a few hours having a good tidy in the barn, I guess I get carried away in my work at times and neglect the discarded rod ends, tools and bead design sketches that are scattered over the work benches, so it was time to start being a little more organized.
   I have been asked by a few people if I could post about the set up I have, the equipment and tools I use and the types of glass I use, so I'll get that sorted in the next few days.