April 17, 2021
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Friday, April 16. 7.30 am: My foot could now ‘stomach’ a walk uphill. I took-off in the direction of Constitution Hill on a ‘seasonably agreeable morning’, to ape posh 19th-century parlance. Before ascending to the summit, I stood on the spot where I’d made my first drawings and paintings of Aberystwyth, back in 1982. Within my personal mythos, this was…