In just under two weeks, I shall be leaving the UK forever, and so I wanted my very last piece here to be a reflection of that.
Called 'The Solitary way', after the last line of Miltons poem 'Paradise Lost' Its how I feel about England and my experience of living here.
Regaled in how I imagine Vivian Westwood might dress her, the fairy looks to distant shores longingly, out of place amongst the exotic menagerie, whilst a curmudgeonly tattooed dragon coils around a dead oak, recalling one supposes St George, as a griffin (that most anglo American of mythical creatures) and pheonix stir from a superior branch.
So the very last thing I did before my life changed forever, and you can bid on it from the link here.
The Solitary Way