Twelve years ago, I was younger and fitter and didn’t think twice about going for a stroll with a sketchbook on a cold, dark Winter evening. Nowadays, to be honest, it’s hard to work up the motivation to drag myself from the settee and repeats of The Masked Singer USA. Looking back at December 2012, here’s a scribble of the Swansea Guildhall and it’s avenue of pollarded trees in the crisp, cold night.
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