We have returned to live in New Zealand, from where I sent this month’s epistle.
I hope you had a lovely festive season. Given the costs and chaos of moving half way around the world, we had mostly agreed to no presents this Christmas.
We made exceptions for the back section. I bought my other half a Jackson shovel (the only thing for digging holes according to the guys who hand dug all the posts for the massive timber retaining wall they put in to prevent further landslips).
Duncan bought me an Austrian scythe. Using it as a bit of an art that I’ll probably never master, but it is a meditative thing being up on the back section, cutting the grass and weeds that are taking off now the sheep have been fenced out.
This is an excerpt from my Illustrated Epistle, which goes out in the middle of the month. It is a behind-the-scenes look at the life of a cartoonist (specifically, mine). You can sign up here (and unsubscribe if you don’t like it, or even if you do, though that would be a bit daft, as how many emails do you get that you actually enjoy reading?):