Once upon a time there was a little girl who made up stories, and made things. Nothing useful like making food or her own clothes, you understand, just things, made from anything. Fast-forward a few years and here I am, all grown up but still making up stories and still making things.  I make little pewter people, dogs, and cats, running around on driftwood picked up from my local beaches in West Wales. I make pewter swifts and starlings flying over cliffs and mountains, championing the swifts of Newport (Pembs) and the starlings of Aberystwyth. And I tell an awful lot of lies about birds. Everybody needs a hobby.